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)
“Oh…” Sad face for Daddy. “But my brownie.”
Ha.
He sighed.
“I need to know what the plan is and that means I have to talk to grown-up Teddy who can tell me his limits.”
Oops.
“Green.” Yes, I was green. I was Daddy’s good boy. I was a brownie-hungry boy. “Yes. Green. Brownie?”
Daddy groaned and scrubbed his face like he was getting it all clean. “This isn’t working. Come here.”
Oh dear.
Yes, oh dear moment.
Daddy took my hand and Daddy tugged that time.
“Couch time.” Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. “The couch because I shouldn’t have been in your bedroom without a limits discussion first.”
All cranky Daddies like rules?
Just my cranky Daddy liked rules?
“Sit with me as long as you’re green.” Daddy sat down but gave me his look. “What color are you?”
“Hmmm…suspicious green.” A maybe yucky color…maybe not.
Daddy snorted. “That’s green enough for me.”
Tug.
Tug.
Sit.
Cuddle.
“Better.” Daddy made his big breath sound and glared at me…again. “This would be easier if we had the conversation when you were a grown-up?”
“No.” Not gonna. Nope. “Fine.”
Naughty Daddy rolled his eyes. “You’re not fine. You’re stubborn and…and probably worried I’m going to be…something.”
Daddy was definitely something.
Cranky something most of the time.
“Little is fine.” All set. All fine. “Brownie?”
“Yes…after we’re done talking.” Daddy was trying to be patient but Daddy didn’t like that. “What if we did brownies and…and a science show or a space show…”
Daddy got thinky and frowny. “You liked rocks when you were little…regular little…we can find a show about rocks.”
“All done ’toons?” Daddy nodded but got his scrunchy face again. “Okay. Rocks.”
I liked rocks.
I liked stars.
I liked fishes.
“Thank you.” Daddy melted into the couch. “That’s much better. So brownies, rocks, and then I’m going to tuck you in bed.”
I wasn’t tired.
Daddy held up his finger like the old Daddies did. “If you tell me you’re not tired, I will forget where I put the brownies.”
Oh.
Meanie Daddy.
“Brownies and rocks, Daddy.” No tired talk. “Space too? Daddy likes space.”
“How did you…” Daddy looked confused. “Never mind. The answer would probably be confusing.”
Cranky Daddy.
“Okay, we have a plan for tonight and tomorrow I’m going to come over and make breakfast for you.” Daddy got his face back. “And I expect to be able to talk to big Teddy and not just my little Chipmunk.”
Hmm…maybe.
“That face…okay…” Thinky. Thinky. Daddy. “Just remember that I can’t help with bubble baths or even put on jammies until after a limits talk.”
Aww.
“Don’t give me that look.” Daddy wanted to cross his arms but I had him cuddle stuck. “I will change shirts and help with shoes and socks but that’s it. Nothing else no matter what kind of pouts or whines you give me. Limits are important.”
Ugh.
Daddies were hard work.
Chapter 7
Levi
“You want to tell me where you’re going?” Dante frowned at me and looked kind of like he thought I was an alien or something, but that might’ve been because it was either early or late for him.
I couldn’t tell and since either way it wasn’t my business, I ignored the rumpled clothes and confused expression.
“Coffee?” I wasn’t going to trust getting anything like that in the kitchen from hell across the street at Teddy’s place because I couldn’t decide how old the damned coffee maker was or if it even worked. It looked like a reject from the eighties and when I’d pointed to it, Chipmunk had winced.
Nope…I wasn’t going to touch it with a ten-foot pole.
“Um, yeah…I think?” Since Dante didn’t seem confident about the answer, I decided he needed it and poured him a cup too. “Thanks.”
He needed to start sleeping over at Ruslan’s place more or just move in.
“Need anything else?” I wasn’t sure what Teddy’s headspace was going to be, but I wasn’t planning on giving him a lot of time to overthink anything before I headed over. “You good?”
“Yeah.” Blinking, Dante took a sip and sighed. “I’m just working on Ruslan’s Christmas present and I stayed up way too late putting it together.”
Frowning down at himself, he sighed. “I need a shower.”
“And some new clothes…and a nap?” I had to laugh when Dante glared at me. “Yep. When you’re grumpier than me, you need a nap.”
That didn’t help his mood.
“Your happiness is scaring me. Who are you and where is my asshole friend?” Dante didn’t feel bad about calling me out but that was because he’d gone out of his way to ignore it for a long time.
So it was deserved.
“He’ll probably return when he has to deal with his family, but for the time being, he’s fine.” I was pretty sure it was the word choice that had Dante wincing. “Not the fake kind of fine. Honestly, I’m good for now. I figured out who was sending me soup and we’re good now. I’m heading over there to hang out for a while.”
That didn’t help his mood or the worried look on his face, but I wasn’t sure why.