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 liked the bear book.
“We’ve read this one three times. How about we pick out another one?” My big, pouty aww sound made Daddy sigh. “I know you have to have more books, little mage.”
“I need more books, Daddy.” More and more and more. “And clothes. You said we were going to buy clothes. So I can be cute.”
Daddy snorted. “You’re always cute.”
My aww sound that time was happy and it got me head kisses. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, but we’re still going to buy you some clothes. We just have to sit down and pick some out. I know we need some car shirts but we need to pick out other fun things like cartoon people or bears.”
“Dragons?” I liked dragons. “A Daddy dragon shirt. Yes.”
I needed that.
“You sound very…confident about that.” Daddy sounded like he wanted to use a naughty word like stubborn but he didn’t because I was his good boy.
“Yes. I’m confident about Daddy.” I would look cute. “None of the other littles have a Daddy dragon shirt.”
Oh.
Daddy went very still.
Daddy got his frowny, thinking face on.
Daddy sighed.
I won.
“You are very good at making deals, little mage.” Daddy kissed my head and pretended not to frown. “I will figure out how to get you a Daddy dragon shirt.”
“How?” Wiggling under the blanket, I sat on his lap to look cute. “Tell me, Daddy. I’m your good boy.”
Daddy laughed.
Oops.
Pushed too far.
But Daddy kissed my nose. “You are a very good boy and a smart boy and an adorably naughty one too.”
I liked being naughty…it made Daddy laugh.
Wiggling made Daddy laugh too and it made him groan and get happy. “Little mage…that’s…you’re distracting Daddy.”
Hehehe.
I knew what that meant.
I was Daddy’s smart boy.
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.
Groan. Groan. Groan.
“Story, Daddy?” Hmm. “Big story?”
Yes, if I couldn’t have bears, I’d get my funny people.
“I know. I know.” My bed was just right like Goldilocks’s favorite bed and I found my special book reader. “Here. I know.”
Daddy made a thinking sound. “Your face is my sweet boy. Your thoughts are naughty.”
Oops.
Happy thoughts.
Sweet thoughts.
Mate thoughts.
“That’s more suspicious…just to let you know.” Daddy shrugged when I gave him a Daddy frown. “I had to be honest.”
No.
“That’s not how it works, Daddy.” He was so silly. “Lorne told the men at the diner. Daddies don’t be honest if it makes their littles sad.”
Daddy raised one eyebrow.
Daddy huffed.
“Show me which book you want me to read you.” Daddy was stubborn. “Why is it on your tablet? What kind of book is this? Is it too violent?”
Hmm.
Cheek kiss time.
Daddy groaned. “It’s that violent? At least tell me it’s not…naughty.”
“Daddies have to be honest…do littles?” I wasn’t sure I was going to agree to that.
“Dragons above.” Daddy frowned bigger and bigger. “How naughty is this? Violence and naughty time?”
Yes.
“They’re special, Daddy. They’re not human, so it’s okay.” Kenzie said so. “The librarian said so.”
Kind of.
Daddy’s head cocked. “You haven’t been out of my sight all day…wait…twice to go to the bathroom. How in the great sky above did you manage to get into a dirty book conversation with the librarian?”
So I could lie?
“He came to visit his Daddy.” Boyd liked the closet too. Everybody liked the closet. “He’s nice.”
And not too loud like Kenzie.
But Daddy wouldn’t want to know that, so I was good and gave him two cheek kisses. He groaned and rested his head back on the wall. “Really? It’s two cheek kisses worthy?”
Yep.
I giggled.
Daddy groaned again. “Fine. Book time. I’m going to pretend it’s not violent and naughty, though.”
How?
“They love each other lots and lots, Daddy.” That made it better. “And they have fights and adventures and they save the day. It’s just a little naughty. Oh, and the not too violent man likes tables. I like tables too, Daddy.”
Daddy cocked his head. “Tables?”
“They’re very nice but I don’t have room for tables.” I looked around my pretty house. “I’ll get tables when I have my castle, Daddy.”
“Remind me to ask where all your furniture is.” Daddy got frowny again. “I haven’t asked you nearly enough logistical questions.”
‘Cause Daddy got distracted with snuggles and kisses. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy sighed.
I giggled.
“You’re not going to remind me because it’s naughty or silly or magey.” Daddy was so smart he got more kisses. But that made him more dramatic. “Dragons above. It’s naughty magey.”
He was so funny.
“Book time, Daddy.” I gave Daddy one more wiggle to make him happy and laughed when he sighed. “Happy Daddy time.”
“I don’t even know what to say about that.” Daddy was pouty and dramatic. “So I’m going to ignore it.”
I was a good helper, so he didn’t have to worry.
“Good Daddy.” And good Daddy got snuggles and more kisses and tummy rubbies.
“Good grief. There’s so much blood.” Daddy was going to be big dramatic. “No, competence is not that sexy. I’d have gotten more dates in college if it was.”