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)
Daddy liked questions.
“I like talking to you, Daddy.” He liked listening to me, so we were good mates. “I’ll explain.”
“Thank you.” Daddy walked by and kissed my head. “I like your explanations. You don’t make me guess what you want.”
“I have to tell you what I want or you can’t give it to me. Not yet.” We’d have a good mate bond. I knew it. “Later you can read my mind.”
Daddy snickered. “I think you’re going to be a mischievous boy with our mate bond.”
Giggling made me look naughty but I couldn’t help it. “I was good during the meeting, Daddy. I didn’t send you naughty thoughts or pictures or even put my hands in silly places.”
I’d been sooo good.
Daddy tried to look stern but he chuckled. “That was very good of you, but I’m expecting you to continue that tomorrow as well.”
Maybe.
Kenzie didn’t look like he’d been behaving, so I wasn’t sure I had to.
“Are they going to keep telling stories tomorrow, Daddy?” That was much more important to talk about. “They had good ones today.”
Daddy sighed as he came back over to the bed holding a fancy shirt and another pair of his nice pants. “You and Wren have a very good point about the stories, so tomorrow we’re going to focus on magic we know will work, keeping the portal safe, and making decisions about what to do next.”
“That’s not as fun. I liked stories.” But Wren was right. We needed coloring books and more wiggle time. “Is Kenzie going to bring more cake?”
I liked cake too.
“I don’t know how to answer that without disappointing you.” Daddy shrugged when I sighed. “I know. So I’m just going to say that I hope you have fun tomorrow and that we find you good snacks.”
I was going to hope for cake.
“You can have fun too, Daddy.” Daddy needed fun. “Do you want to color? We can get you gummy snacks.”
They made me happy.
Daddy grabbed a little bag and made a happy sound. “Do you like gummy snacks? I have to admit I don’t like the weird flavors. I just like the regular ones. Wren likes weird flavors and keeps trying to share.”
And Daddy had to be nice.
“I’ll save you next time, Daddy.” That was my job. “I’m good at saving you.”
From naughty people and from silly people and from mean people.
I had to save Daddy from the boring people too, though.
I’d do better next time.
Daddy smiled and came over to give me cheek kisses. “You have done an amazing job of saving me.”
Taking my hand, Daddy tugged me up and gave me a big hug, squishing his clothes because I was more important than his pretty suits. “You are the best mate ever.”
“I’m smart.” And the people who’d tried to hurt Daddy weren’t smart. “I’ll keep saving you.”
Daddy sighed and gave me his you’ve got to be kidding look where he raised his eyebrow. It was a good look and had stopped some of the stories during the meeting. “You seem to think I’m going to need a lot of saving.”
Yep.
“You’re a good Daddy.” Cheek kisses and snuggles made me look cute and distracted Daddy. “You gave me lots of cuddles and attention today.”
He hadn’t forgotten me.
“I wish I could’ve given you more.” Daddy kissed my head and smiled when I stood up like a big boy. “But you gave me good attention too and you’re good at reminding me to make the other members of the councils stop telling stories.”
I liked stories but stories weren’t plans.
Daddy liked plans.
“I’ll help.” I could be a good helper. “We’ll do a good job.”
But that was later…it was mac and cheese time.
“We will.” Daddy was a good planner and smart too. “And now it’s time for two wonderful helpers to have dinner because I can hear your tummy growling like a dragon.”
That was Daddy’s tummy.
“I’m a growly dinosaur.” Poking his tummy made me giggle. “You’ve got the growly dragon tummy.”
Daddy sucked in a breath and looked shocked. “Never. My tummy is too polite.”
He was so silly.
But he was a fast packer and a fast talker too because he finished getting his stuff and told Wren we were leaving before his tummy growled again.
His.
Not mine.
“You’ll have to help me figure out where to put my clothes and show me where the bathroom is at the campground.” Daddy looked around as we climbed out of the car. “I haven’t driven around here.”
“There.” I pointed through the trees. “There’s a little path.”
Daddy frowned as we went up to my door. “You’re walking that in the dark?”
Worried Daddy.
“There’s a big path for nighttime, Daddy.” That wasn’t a lie. There was a big path. “It goes round and round and it has lights.”
Daddy gave me his eyebrow look. “And you’ll use the lit path going forward unless we’re together, right?”