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)
“Then let’s go find my sweet boy a treat.”
And then I’d figure out his name.
And where he lived.
And why he was part of the visiting councils.
And if he had a boyfriend he needed to break up with.
Chapter 2
Merritt
Gonna get little cake.
Little cake is big cake.
Big cake for an empty tummy.
Empty tummy…shhh…no telling the Daddy.
Daddies didn’t like empty tummy littles even if they were just friend Daddies or borrowed ones. And my new Daddy friend probably liked rules and veggies and good food before little cake.
Shh.
No rules yet meant I didn’t have to tattle.
“Do you want cake?” He was a sharing Daddy. I knew it and I was smart. “I’ll help you pick it out. I’m a good helper.”
Daddy huffed and did his glare.
He was cute when he was trying to be stern.
The men were wrong.
He was a cute Daddy and not the naughty word type.
“I think you are going to be a very enthusiastic helper.” Daddy knew I was smart too. “Yes. You may help me, but I don’t like coconut. Most other flavors are fine to me. Do you have any you don’t like?”
“Hmm. Sticky. I don’t like sticky.” It got on fingers and lips and everything.
Daddy nodded and looked serious ‘cause he knew it was important stuff to know. “I will remember that. Thank you for letting me know, but if I accidentally get something related to sticky wrong, what are you going to do?”
Oh, Daddy liked quizzes.
I was smart.
“Tell Daddy.” That made him smile and I swung our hands back and forth. “Daddies aren’t mind readers even if the Kenzie little at the diner says they should be.”
Daddy rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard about him.”
Would giggles make me naughty?
Kenzie was naughty, so it was probably okay.
“Everyone knows about Kenzie.” He liked attention. “His Daddy said he’s not a mind reader. He’s human, so that’s okay.”
“I’m not sure the mate bond counts as mind reading.” Daddy got a thinky-thinky look and frowned bigger. “I think mind reading is a more active skill that’s paranormal in nature.”
“Kenzie’s Daddy says we’re aliens. Does that count?” I wasn’t sure. “I like being an alien.”
Daddy groaned and made someone behind us in line giggle.
“Aliens are very interesting.” Daddy was being silly. “I think you’d be a cute little green alien.”
Hmm.
Oh, Daddy thought the people behind us didn’t know.
Everyone seemed to know and everyone was interesting…but I was a good boy and played along. “You’d be a good big alien with lots of arms. Kenzie said Lorne reads books with tentacles.”
They were both naughty and Daddy knew it too because his eyes got big. “Do not tell me what aliens with tentacles do.”
I giggled.
The lady behind us giggled.
Kenzie’s human friend with the grumpy Daddy snickered.
The grumpy Daddy man sighed. “I don’t want to know either.”
“I won’t tell.” I wouldn’t have to. I could just ask Kenzie when they were around and he’d tell them. Or the men at the diner could tell them. Or the lady at the post office.
There were lots of helpful people.
“I’m a good boy.” I said that so nicely everyone made big happy sighs.
“I think we need to work on our definitions of that, but it’s our turn, so you’re saved for now.” Daddy tried to sound grumpy but I knew he was silly. “Alright, have you decided if you want a big one or some littles ones? I think three small pieces would make one big one.”
“Oh, that’s hard.” Good Daddies were hard too. “Um…the small ones. Yes. Three is better than one because then I get different kinds. That’s the yummy way to do it.”
“Alright. That’s what I’ll do too.” Daddy thought he was being sneaky and peeked over at me. “But I might need help.”
“Yes. I’m a great helper.” Daddy needed me, so I’d do a good job. “But no coconut. I remember.”
But he could like chocolate.
And strawberry.
And the pretty blue one.
“What flavor is blue?” Tugging on his hand, I pointed to the pretty one that sparkled but looked…dangerous? “That one. It’s sparkly.”
“Oh that’s…very bright.” Daddy was using his polite words, but his face said blue might be yucky. “Should we try it?”
Polite and he liked adventures.
That was the best kind of Daddy.
“Oh, it’s mine, Daddy. It sparkles.” The excited voice that popped up like a cute monster in a movie made Daddy sigh.
It was quiet, so it was okay.
But I had to save Daddy, so I turned and smiled. “What does blue taste like?”
Berries?
Weird gum?
Something that would turn me into Spider-Man?
“Bananas.”
Huh?
Daddy made a huh face too but he didn’t turn around until he had his Daddy face back on. “Thank you for letting us know.”
Daddy was going to put bananas on his no cake list.
“When did we get blue bananas?” Oh, it was one of the diner men. “Why don’t we have those in the diner? Walmart doesn’t got them either.”