Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Oh, yeah.
Telling him that I’d forgotten why we were there didn’t seem like the best idea.
“Um, okay. Yes, I am distracted but not in the way you’re thinking.” Ugh. There wasn’t a subtle way to approach my question—because I’d been trying to find one for the past hour—so I charged right in. “Um, you said Daddies make their littles or subs or just the people they’re in charge of breakfast, right?”
Blinking slowly, Fraser eventually nodded. “Yes.”
My question clearly surprised him but he didn’t look startled or like he thought I was being a pain in the butt.
“Then I am claiming Daddy breakfasts. Yes. I’m claiming caretaker responsibility time.” He’d volunteered, so I didn’t have to worry about it. And I couldn’t worry about being rude or clingy when it’d been his idea to begin with.
Cocking his head, Fraser was quiet for a few seconds before he sighed. “What did they do?”
He was very smart and knew the locals just as well as he knew the mountains. It was handy in a lot of ways and made me feel better about being slightly frustrated. “Um, well, they’re excited we’re dating and very enthusiastic, and I don’t like it.”
I thought that was obvious, but I decided to restate it just to make sure he understood. He wanted good communication, so I would give it to him when it wasn’t too stressful.
Or too weird.
This definitely fell under the communication and asking for what I wanted part of the rules from our first date. “That means you have to feed me so I don’t have to drive all the way to the interstate for breakfast. I don’t want to buy a pack of muffins from Walmart. I like fresh ones but that’s not an option anymore, so you have to fix it because you said that was a Daddy’s responsibility.”
Yes, this was his problem to manage…because if he didn’t then I was going to have to start asking more questions and that wasn’t an option.
The locals were just very strange and I wasn’t ready to deal with it yet.
I had a new guy I was dating, and a Daddy, and a submissive side I was evidently supposed to label and categorize. Yep, I had enough on my plate without worrying if the neighbors thought we’d gotten married.
Or something like that.
I needed a nap before we got into the weird discussions that seemed to be waiting right around the corner.
Fraser shifted into Daddy mode and sighed, rolling his eyes before stepping closer to wrap his arms around me. “Alright. You’re going to come over to my place every morning unless we decide to go to breakfast somewhere together. Then you can work in the kitchen or the living room until you’re ready for another hike or you have something else to do.”
“Really?” It was that easy?
Maybe we had gotten married?
No. If we were married, he’d want me sleeping in his bed every night. Fraser wasn’t nuts like everyone else but he was the type to take his caretaker responsibilities very seriously and that’d just get even worse if we were married.
The fact that he’d let me go home last night without pouting or trying to keep me said whatever we were, we weren’t married.
“Yes.” He chuckled and gave me a quick peck. “Really. I like having you around and I like taking care of you.”
Shrugging as he stepped back, he flashed me a wicked grin that was completely at odds with the focused trailblazer he’d been before. “And it feeds my control freak side. I like knowing I’m going to see you every day. I’ll get to make sure you’ve eaten and then quiz you about what you’re going to do.”
Okay.
So he was just as nuts as the rest of them, but on him, it was kind of cute. “That works for me.”
“Really?” It was his turn to look at me suspiciously. “You’re supposed to tell me I can’t control you or be annoying.”
“I’m pretty sure that was in the original definition of a Daddy, so how could I complain about that?” Besides, I kind of liked the idea of getting so much of his attention.
It wasn’t even my idea, so he couldn’t call me a needy pain in the butt or tell me I was smothering him because I wanted to see him twice in one week.
“Then we have a plan.” Fraser looked very pleased with the whole situation for about five seconds, then the frowning and slightly worried Daddy came back. “Are you sure we don’t need to talk about whatever happened at the bakery this morning?”
“No.” Because I wasn’t sure how to explain it in a way that left me sounding sane. “I’m not worried or mad or even frustrated.”
Since that was true, I didn’t feel the need to point out that I was slightly confused. It didn’t seem like the most pressing thing at the moment, so I’d worry about it later.