My Elf Daddy

The boy who'd come to pick me up was interesting. I couldn't bring myself to call him a man, even though that was exactly what he was. He looked young, like he was in his late 20s, with round cheeks, a smiling face, and hazel eyes that seemed to suck me in. His eyes were bright and full of a quiet joy that made me want to fall deep into them. His colorful outfit and the quirky little badges he'd pinned to his T-shirt under his jacket brought out my daddy side. I didn't know if I should trust my instinct, but this boy screamed little to me.

But I couldn't be that lucky, could I? Yes, I was looking forward to moving here, at least I was thinking about it. When I'd picked up this project, my last as the CEO of the Easter branch at The Christmas, I hadn't expected much. The job itself was something my juniors were more than equipped to handle, but I'd heard a lot about the town of Mistvale, about how inclusive it was. I'd heard that many supes resided here, including the elf I was here to meet. While I'd hoped for a place to make a home for myself, I'd never expected it to feel so right. After spending the last six decades working for The Easter, I was looking forward to settling down somewhere. I'd hoped Mistvale would be that place, but until now I hadn't been sure.

Now that I had met this boy, I knew this had been a good decision. I also knew that Fate played a hand in me coming to Mistvale. It had to be her doing, right? I wasn't getting ahead of myself, was I? My instinct told me that Westley was someone special, someone who could be important to me. The sweet way he'd smiled at me when he'd been lost in thought had pulled something in my heart. It had touched a part of me that I hadn't had a chance to explore for a while now.

Sure, I'd had boys before. But none had seemed like they were the one. We would play, have a few nights of fun, but just the small interaction with Westley told me that he'd be different. That was, if all my instincts about him were even correct. For all I knew, he was just a perpetually happy man.

Shaking my head to get rid of my fancy imagination, I glanced out the window at the town of Mistvale as Westley drove.

Mistvale was beautiful. Trees lined the streets, and though the sky looked blue today, the leaves were covered with a sheen of wetness as if it had rained just yesterday. Even though it was nearly spring, there was no sign of the rain letting up. I'd heard that Mistvale was prone to have a lot of rain, but I hadn't realized the extent of it until now.

It looked as good a place as any to settle down, and if something really did happen between me and Westley, I knew I would be only too happy to settle here.

Lord, I needed to stop imagining a future with this boy minutes after meeting him. If he could read my mind right now, I knew he would be freaked out. I wasn't usually like this. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been interested in someone, much less so enamored that I’d started dreaming of a future with them minutes after meeting them. But my instinct, that place deep inside me where my magic resided, told me that this boy—this man—was important. Maybe it had been Fate's plan all along, bringing me here to this small town full of magic. Or maybe it had just been my luck. But whatever it was, I knew that this sweet boy was going to play a big role in my life henceforth.

I just hoped my instincts weren't wrong, and that the sweet boy sitting beside me was a little.