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)
“I don’t hear anyone.” It was a simple sentence, but he had to clamp his lips tight to keep from giggling and his eyes lit up with mischief.
Someone had a secret.
“Maybe they’re quiet?” His words sounded more grown-up but it was totally fake, like a kid exaggerating when he was playing pretend. “We’ll have to see.”
“I think that’s a good plan. I like plans.” Oh, that pushed him right into giggles again and his shoulders shook as he barely held the sound in. “Plans are fun.”
He thought that was hilarious, and I was glad there didn’t seem to be anyone around. I loved how funny he was but I didn’t want him embarrassed. With dragon hearing, though, I knew there was no one in the immediate vicinity.
“Ah.” As Merritt led us around what I’d thought was the back of the building, I saw three doors with signs that said they were individual units. “Privacy.”
And the snickers escaped as he bounced up to the door and waited for me to open it, no longer pretending to be big. “Private fun.”
His giggles and excited wiggles had me smiling, which seemed to just egg him on even more. “Fun. Fun. Fun.”
Someone was very excited for fun.
“Let’s see this space.” Yep, he was right. It was perfect for the activities he seemed to be picturing. “You had a good idea.”
That got me naughty snickers that time but Merritt bounced in the large single shower room before plopping his stuff down on a wooden bench. “I’m smart. Daddy said so.”
“Therefore, it must be right.” My dryly delivered reply got another giggle from him as I looked around at the large room with a single semi-open shower on one side and a toilet and sink on the other. “Daddy is always right.”
He wasn’t going to admit that but he did kiss my cheek as I locked the door. “I’ll turn on the water, Daddy. I’m careful.”
Careful not to get sprayed was what he seemed to mean because the way he was bouncing all over did not scream safe to me. “Thank you for that, but why don’t we walk carefully.”
Merritt paused mid-bounce and started a slow, exaggerated walk like he was in an old cartoon. “Slow and steady wins the race.”
“Maybe, but bruised and broken doesn’t get to have fun.” That got a little giggle from him but he didn’t argue about it and walked slightly more normally. “Good job.”
He even managed to reach over the tall half-wall to turn on the spray without getting himself drenched. It was likely for privacy if a family was using the room but it didn’t give as much privacy as someone had probably thought it would.
For us, though, it didn’t matter.
The best part was the large open design where we could both fit under the water and enough privacy that I didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in on us…fun time or not.
“I’m liking this kind of camping more than I thought I would.” That made Merritt laugh as he did his careful walk back over to me. “You ready to get all clean?”
“Ready for water, Daddy.” Raising his arms in a clear demand for me to do the work, Merritt skipped right over the idea of getting clean. “Water and fun and gonna wash Daddy.”
Well, we’d at least gotten back to someone getting clean.
“That’s a wonderful start.” We’d see what happened, though. “Do you need to go potty?”
Again, it was something we’d touched on but his nonchalant approach hadn’t given me a lot to work with. He said he was fine with me helping or exploring that kind of play, but he hadn’t given signs of having a strong response.
It’d been more him wondering what I wanted as his mate and his Daddy.
Which at the time had confused me, but as I got to know his little side more, I was starting to understand. Little Merritt had firmer views on toys and food than he did on nakedness and naughty. He was silly about it if it came up, but for the most part, he bounced from one type of fun to another.
And getting a shower together was just another type of fun.
“Yes.” As his head popped out of the shirt he’d put on that morning so we could rush to the bakery before the meeting, he smiled. “Do you?”
“Yes.” I was just as nonchalant about it as he was, which said I needed to stop questioning fate when it came to our mating. “Do you have car shirts or anything like that?”
“No.” His face scrunched up. “Yes. One.”
Then he shrugged like he had no idea where it was or maybe just trying to indicate it wasn’t that important.
“Would you like us to find some for you once we have more space for your toys and stuff?” I had no idea what we’d be doing once we got the portal nonsense handled, but a top priority was making sure we had everything he needed.