Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
That seemed to be connected to the I like bubbles comments from earlier, so I nodded and kept going. “I’m glad. I hope you like what I got you.”
I hadn’t been planning on showing him them yet because it seemed like jumping the gun, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“I will.” Worrying about my feelings seemed to give him the energy to sit up. “I like your surprises.”
With his nap getting further out of reach, I focused on getting him up and dry before he changed his mind about the whole moving for a reward thing. I actually managed to get him dried off before he realized we’d left the bubbles behind, but I was prepared for a pout.
“I can’t wait to show you my surprise.” Kissing his nose as I wrapped the towel around him, I barely took time to wrap one around my own waist before I moved us away from the tempting tub. “It’s on the bed. Did you see it when we came in?”
“No.” Milo cocked his head like the question was confusing, but he was tired enough that I’d have been surprised if he’d even noticed the bed, much less the stack of goodies.
“Let’s go see what I have for you.” The best thing about having money was the ability to get anything delivered at any time of day. “Just a few steps.”
“I think…” He paused and looked around the room like he’d never seen it before. “I think I’m tired.”
Oh yeah.
“Then I’m going to get you comfy and you can relax.” I wasn’t sure if he knew he was exhausted but he was well past tired. “You already told me what time you have to get up tomorrow, so you’re done thinking. Everything else is up to Daddy.”
My day wasn’t done yet but he’d worked harder, so it wasn’t a problem.
“I think…there was something…oh.” Milo was worried about something but his thoughts stopped midstream when we got to the bed after taking a thousand tiny steps. “That’s…”
My exhausted boy.
Reminding myself that the best thing I could do was to make sure he got a good night’s sleep, I kissed his head. “Yes, that’s new jammies and diapers and wipes.”
Lots and lots of wipes.
Milo tipped into me and smiled. “You’re so silly, Daddy. You got me…you got me jammies and…and diapers.”
“I thought the blocks on the diapers were cute but we can pick out more patterns. There are lots.” There were more than I’d expected, so I’d stuck with something simple.
“I…and I…” Milo yawned again and his lids seemed to get even heavier. “If I…using my…blocks…”
Oh.
“I’m fine either way. You can use it or it can be just for fun.” After seeing all the different patterns, I was starting to understand why some of the Daddies online had made them sound more like a fashion accessory than something they were using for practical purposes.
“Okay.” Milo wasn’t awake enough to worry about it and clearly took my answer at face value. “I’m gonna be cute, Daddy.”
And that meant Dally would be filled in first thing too.
I was really going to have to work to keep Victor competitive with Dally.
“Let’s see how cute.” Helping him hop up on the bed, I laughed when he just flopped back and closed his eyes. “Daddy’s doing the work, huh?”
He might’ve laughed but it was an odd sound that was cut off by another yawn.
Someone needed more sleep.
“I’m…” He peeked his eyes open, but whatever he was going to say was lost as I picked up the diaper and he got distracted. “Blocks.”
“That’s right. Bottom up. Let’s put your blocks on.” Milo was delightfully uncoordinated but he managed to help make the process slightly easier than if I were doing it myself. “There we go.”
Little bit of the lotion I was given.
Diaper up through the legs.
Tapes in place.
“You look wonderful.” Leaning over him, I kissed his nose and gave his diaper a pat as I straightened. “Jammie time.”
“Cute…I’m so…fancy diapers are cute. I’m going to…” His words trailed off again as I held up coordinating jammies in the same bright red color that matched the blocks on the diaper. “Very cute.”
And getting more and more tired by the second.
“That’s right.” The jammies were much more difficult than the diaper, and I made a vow that he was going to be getting to bed earlier going forward, but eventually we got him dressed. “You’re the cutest boy ever.”
Even if it had been a workout.
His smile said he liked the compliment but his words were gone as his mouth stretched open again. “I…”
“You are going to climb up in the bed and close your eyes.” Helping him shift around made things move faster, but he was out before his head hit the pillow. “And he’s down for the count.”
But a Daddy’s job was never done.