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)
His next sigh was adorably dramatic and wonderfully manipulative. “I do. I’m smart. Daddy needs to plan.”
His oh well tone made it clear what his next move was going to be. “Showers and fun, Daddy. You’re special too.”
But he was the most special?
Feeling that I was reading that right, I sat up enough to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Welcome.” He returned the gesture and patted my back. “Up. Not stuck.”
Not big either but after his teasing on the bed tax earlier, I was confident it didn’t matter. He’d shrugged and said to go with the flow when we’d talked about playtime during little time, but I was starting to understand what he’d meant.
Sometimes his little side just wanted toys and attention and sometimes it was much more mischievous.
We were at mischievous.
“I’m so glad we saved you.” Through sheer manipulation and bribery. “Are you sure you’re okay? I don’t want you hurt. It’s fine if we need to stay here instead.”
He didn’t appreciate being questioned but adapted quickly and wiped the scowl off his face to kiss my cheek. “Daddy kisses made it all better.”
There was questionable logic in his newest tactic, but I approved of the new method. “Oh, I’m so wonderful.”
“Yes.” Loving that it’d worked, Merritt sat up and gave me a hug. “Special Daddy.”
Sucker Daddy seemed to be what that translated into.
“Thank you.” Kissing his head, I wiggled down to the end of the bed and squeezed through the small space between the toilet closet and the actual closet. “What pajamas should we bring? I haven’t camped like this before, so I don’t know what to bring.”
I was not going to claim to be an expert at campground planning, even if part of my soul died admitting something this simple was new to me. “We always did outside camping.”
Merritt made a curious, thinking sound as he flopped onto all fours to climb down. “Dragon camping?”
“That’s an interesting idea, but no, tent camping in this form.” For some reason that made Merritt’s face scrunch up. “You don’t like camping?”
He looked at me with a mix of horror and like he thought I was stupid as he patted the walls. “Camping, Daddy.”
No roughing it.
Got it.
“I like this kind of camping and I don’t have to do the outside kind.” I was getting too old to sleep on the ground anyway, dragon or not. “But I don’t know what it would be like to sleep outside like that as a dragon. We never thought about that.”
Possibly because my mother wasn’t into roughing it that much, and she’d probably worried that as kids we’d actually like it.
“I like going, Daddy.” Making vroom-vroom sounds, he wiggled around me, grabbing clothes and a small basket I realized contained all his toiletries. “Do you like going?”
“Like car trips or traveling in general?” When he shrugged and started digging under the sink, I realized he was just curious in general. “Yes. I haven’t had much time to do it lately, though.”
Popping out with a new toothbrush and a second pair of flip-flops and looking very proud of himself, Merritt bounced to his feet. “Work?”
Not wanting to give the wrong impression, I nodded but explained as I picked up my clothes. “Yes, but I’ve been deliberately working too much because I wanted everything ready when I found you.”
That got a giggle from him. “Planner.”
“Yes.” Somehow that was hilarious but it got me another peck, so I wasn’t going to complain. “I was planning for you.”
Making a happy hum, he wiggled and grinned. “Special.”
“Yes.” I was starting to think his confidence in being special was my doing.
Badass Daddy and mate…even when I wasn’t trying.
“You are very special.” Giving him a forehead kiss that time, I looked down at our piles. “Um, towels?”
He snickered but mimed shaking off like a dog. “Dry.”
“No.” My dry response got another giggle but it did produce towels from the toilet closet. “Thank you.”
I’d learn his system eventually, but it seemed like he was having fun taking care of me for the time being. “All set?”
“Yes.” He waved the big pile in front of me and smiled. “All set for fun.”
The little wiggle he did to shift his hips around reinforced my confidence that we were on the same page with fun as long as we had enough privacy for that.
Fingers crossed.
“Me too.” I wasn’t the wiggle to shift my erection type but I let him see how sexy I thought he was and how much I was looking forward to having fun with him.
It earned me a giggle and he shook his head. “Naughty Daddy.”
“Me?” Looking confused, I shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He didn’t believe me at all and barely held more laughter back as we made our way through the dark campground to what turned out to be a very nice set of bathrooms, in well-tended buildings that sounded very quiet.