Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Oh, horsies?
Cows?
Daddy was a cowboy?
The man was still confused and maybe embarrassed too, but he nodded. “Yes. It’s prevented me from educating myself on…on topics that are considered appropriate here.”
I giggled.
Oops.
Daddy chuckled. “I don’t know how much you’ve traveled, but I promise the locals are not a good example of reasonable or appropriate. But in this case, please ask your question and I will let you know if it’s too personal for me to answer.”
What would Daddy find personal?
I liked learning new things about Daddy.
He had a name and a ranch and a job and patience when people didn’t make him crazy.
“Thank you for your understanding.” The man talked like his mother always made him use big words to talk to her. “I have noticed a significant number of relationships that I think are unconventional.”
No giggles.
No giggles.
The men at the diner got him too.
Daddy managed to be good and didn’t roll his eyes or anything. “Yes, you’re seeing a lot of nontraditional relationships around town. I don’t know why but people around here are more open than other areas. It’s probably the number of dragons. We don’t always make…well, let’s say we don’t always think before we act.”
The man chuckled, nodding and smiling at Daddy and me. “I’ve seen that as well.”
Dragons were just dragons everywhere.
“But as far as Merritt and I go, we’re just getting to know one another because he’s my mate and I met him about ten minutes ago.” Daddy thought that was funny but the man smiled so big I thought his mouth would just keep going. “So we’re still figuring out our relationship, but I’m what’s called a caretaker Dom and in most cases I’d be called a Daddy. The title is about caretaking and not about pretending we’re related.”
“Caretaking.” The man looked at Daddy and then me and then back to Daddy and then back to me. Then he nodded. “The caretaking role in a relationship can be met with other labels? I was asked about wanting a pony earlier in the week?”
“The men at the diner have no common sense.” Eventually, Daddy was going to tell them they were naughty. “Use the safewords on them and they’ll leave you alone. You can always ignore them. If you’re curious, though, I would suggest finding information online. They’re…they’re confused sometimes.”
Looking relieved, the man seemed glad it was the men being confusing and not him. “Thank you for explaining that. Our conversation was…difficult to follow.”
“I can imagine.” Daddy was back to his frowny face and was thinking about fussing at the men. “But find us again if you have questions. We’ll be here for at least the next week while we’re meeting about the portal.”
Oh, Daddy frowned again but he looked at me that time. “I just realized we have a lot more to discuss.”
Lots and lots.
Nodding, I decided to stop pretending to be big since the man didn’t seem to mind and he’d already guessed we were fun and not boring. “Lots and lots, Daddy. But can we play first?”
That was more fun and I liked fun.
“That sounds like a very good plan.” Daddy smiled at me then looked back up at the man. “Let us know if you have questions, but aside from the men in the diner, most of the town is very friendly and has a lot more common sense.”
Maybe a little bit.
The man didn’t look like he believed that and it made Daddy chuckle. “The human at the sheriff’s department is married to one of the local dragons and has an abundance of common sense. The dragon who’s married to the librarian as well. Oh, and the local mechanic is mated to a little dragon that’s truly insane, but the mechanic is reasonable and so is their other mate. I only met him once, though.”
Daddy knew almost as much as me.
“Thank you for the advice.” The man waved, stepping back before walking away.
After a few seconds, Daddy frowned. “Did he say where he was from?”
“No.” He was confusing. “Do you know his name, Daddy?”
“No.” He frowned as he watched the man turn and walk down the side of the building. “I thought you might have met him before? Do you think he’s foreign? I assumed he meant he was from the Midwest but now I think he might be Canadian? Or somewhere else? His accent is so neutral it was hard to pin down.”
“He sounds like the men on the news.” Sitting straighter, I looked serious at Daddy. “In today’s news, we have aliens descending and new chaos in Congress.”
Daddy snorted and laughed like he thought I was so funny he couldn’t breathe.
Ha.
I made Daddy laugh.
When he caught his breath, he sighed and leaned against the table, smiling at me. “You’re right. He sounded like a broadcaster and you’re very funny.”
Giggling, I nodded. “I made you laugh, Daddy.”