Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Daddy Levi groaned.
“Are you part of that club too?” Daddy Levi looked tired.
Oh.
“No.” Not really. “I go. I look. I leave. I’m all done.”
His face scrunched up. “So you went to one of the meetings and then didn’t go back? Why?”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“Yellow cheese is the best.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“White cheese is best.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“Oh…fancy stinky cheese is best.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
“Fancy milk is best. Heathens.”
Grumble.
Grumble.
Grumble.
I collapsed on the couch next to Daddy Levi who was laughing and laughing. “So tired.”
“That sounds ridiculous and like something Dante would do.” Shaking his head, Daddy Levi sighed and smiled. “I bet that was exhausting for Professor…ugh…Ruslan.”
“Huh?”
Daddy Levi groaned. “Dante is dating the professor that runs that club. I keep calling him by his last name and everyone thinks that’s going to make him feel weird.”
“Oh. Sub. Yes.” I nodded and scooted closer to Daddy Levi. “He plays toys too. Lots of play toys people.”
Daddy Levi chuckled. “Evidently. Are there a lot of Daddies? I haven’t joined that kind of stuff much.”
I shrugged and leaned in to whisper. “Shhh…they’re hiding in the trees. No one sees the wild animals.”
Ha.
I was funny.
Daddy Levi laughed and laughed again. “They blend in like wild animals, huh? Yeah, too many people running around trying to look normal, I guess.”
“They like hiding.” It was hard to find a Daddy. “I like talking but not asking.”
Daddy Levi’s head turned and he looked like a puppy. “You don’t like asking them if they’re a Daddy?”
“No.” That wasn’t fun.
“Isn’t there some kind of social media group everyone belongs to? I know I heard something like that…oh…and that BDSM group one of the professors run?” Frowny face and thinky face.
“Yes.” I pointed to me. “Just littles.”
“Oh.” Daddy Levi got a shocked face. “The Daddies aren’t online?”
“Nope.” I pretended to look around like we were in the woods. “Hiding.”
Groaning, he shook his head. “We need to fix that, but later, we’ll solve that problem once we pick a movie and get nuggets delivered.”
He waved his phone. “Quality nuggets, cheap nuggets, or fish-shaped nuggets?”
“Fish nuggets?”
Daddy Levi laughed. “No. Chicken nuggets shaped like fish and dolphins.”
Oh…
“Fish dolphins chicken, it is.” Daddy Levi was doing his silly smile again and shook his head. “I should’ve known.”
Yep.
“Naughty Daddy.” Hmm. “Eleven million billion trillion times. Oh well.”
He was funny when he groaned.
“We’re not adding days every time I screw up.” His glary face was funny. “That’s not reasonable.”
Think.
Think.
Think.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
“Tapping your chin does not make you look smarter, Chipmunk.”
But it made frowning Daddy smile.
“Limits. I got limits.”
Ha.
He groaned.
I won.
Chapter 5
Levi
“Ohhh…what I get?” Chipmunk didn’t seem to have any personal space boundaries when he was little because he climbed all over me as I picked up a bag from the porch. “Nuggets?”
That was a ridiculous question but I answered it anyway.
“Yes, nuggets and tater tots and stuff.” Free delivery was important, so I’d made sure to add enough to the cart to qualify. “I got stuff for breakfast too.”
He really didn’t seem to have much beyond soup and some weird bean salad thing that couldn’t have been edible given the questionable color and possible fuzz. He’d said he only got it yesterday but had no idea when it’d actually been made.
So out with the weird crap and in with reasonable groceries that wouldn’t kill him.
“Oh, pancakes?” He followed me into the kitchen and released me long enough to set the bag down on the table, but he glued himself to me again as I went to get the next bag. “Eggs. Like eggs.”
He seemed to like anything he didn’t have to cook.
“Yes, I can make either of those.” I wasn’t sure how the running joke of college guys not being able to cook got started but we all liked eating too much not to have figured at least some of it out. I wasn’t at Gary’s level, but I could keep Chipmunk fed. “We could also do a breakfast pizza or something else fun.”
Between the random stuff in his pantry and what I’d picked up, we had a variety of meals that I could make.
“Yes.” Nodding excitedly, Chipmunk tried looking in the bag as I shut the door and he nearly took us both down. “More.”
I wasn’t sure what more meant, so a distraction seemed to be in order. “Do you want to help make dinner or are you going to finish your picture?”
And he was off.
Since he ran into the living room, I took that to mean he was going to color. “Walk, please.”
Because he only paid attention to where he was going when he was making us walk in circles around the house. Otherwise, Chipmunk barreled through it at full speed, crashing into everything.
Yep.
“Oops.”
I wasn’t sure what he’d run into that time, but by the time I got to the living room, he was standing in the middle of the space and crayons were everywhere.
What had he hit?
The air?
“Help, Daddy.” He was frowning at the chaos, but hadn’t made any attempt to fix the situation. “Everywhere.”