Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He just couldn’t tell me yet…that was the game.
Mumbling something about me having a very convenient memory, Daddy Bastian was dramatic, so I had to pretend not to hear him. Daddies liked to pretend they were always good boys, but they weren’t. Terrence said we just had to pretend or the world would explode.
I wasn’t so sure about that but he was smart.
“What if we played with a little friend who already had a Daddy? That way you wouldn’t have to worry about sharing.” Daddy Bastian had a sneaky face on but he knew lots of people. “We could play toys and have a snack? They might want to watch a movie?”
“Not family people?” There were always family people. “Not even neighbor kinda-family people?”
Daddy Bastian chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. They don’t know your family at all. They live on the other side of the city and I’m not sure they’ve ever been in this side of town.”
“Not even for food?” Family liked food.
“Nope. They like going to Mexican restaurants and they have a few favorite Asian restaurants they love.” Daddy Bastian made a thinky face. “I’m not sure we’ve ever had Italian or anything even close to that when we go out.”
No noodles?
“Littles like noodles. The internet said so.” Enzo wanted Terrence to like salads but he didn’t. “Is your little broke like cousin kids from Aunt Nina?”
Did regular noodles make their tummy hurt too?
“That’s a good question but no. I think they just like other kinds of noodles.” Daddy Bastian shrugged. “Chips and salsa are fun, and lots of other cultures have noodles too.”
Hmm.
“Okay.” But Daddy Bastian was mine. “I don’t share my Bastian.”
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
“That is correct.” Daddy Bastian gave a big work-serious nod. “Anyone we might play with will have their own Daddy and will just share toys, not people.”
“Yes, we just share toys, not people.” Daddy Bastian was mine. “I’ll share cookies.”
He wanted to giggle but he was still trying to be serious. “I’m glad you’ll share things like cookies. That’s very nice.”
“I’m nice.” I was smart too. “What are my options?”
Daddy Bastian blinked and then chuckled. “Definitely not the movie again.”
Kisses?
Cake?
“I’m a good picker. You can give me options.” As long as they were good options. Terrence wouldn’t pick a bad one unless he’d been naughty. “I’m a good boy, though. ’Member.”
“You are a more interesting little than I expected.” Daddy Bastian tried to look grumpy and serious but he had giggle eyes and he wanted to laugh. “You’re going to keep me on my toes.”
“Me?” I shook my head and made my face look very sweet…I’d seen Terrence practicing. “I’m a good boy.”
Daddy would believe me if I said it lots and lots.
“We’ll see about that.” He was trying to glare but he looked silly. “I’m not going to let you talk me into anything ridiculous.”
Yes…he would.
“Because you’re going to take good care of me.” Inching closer, I wanted to sit on his lap but I didn’t ’cause I wasn’t supposed to sit and wiggle yet. “Like watching movies and coloring with me and making me food. You’re a good helper person.”
He was a good Daddy but we weren’t supposed to use that word yet. Daddy Bastian was still pretending not to be a Daddy, so I had to play the silly game too.
Groaning, Daddy Bastian looked like he wanted to pout again but I knew that was a good sign so I was patient. “You do that entirely too well.”
Ha.
“Do what?” I was his sweet boy, so I didn’t have to tattle on myself. “What are we going to do?”
Having a Daddy around made everything better.
Food was better.
My movie was better.
Coloring was better.
“We can go over to my house so I can show you some interesting things you might want to try, or we can play a game like a boardgame, or you can show me more of your toys. I know you said you had some.”
Some. I needed more.
Oh.
“What kind of stuff at your house?” Other boy stuff? “Who played first?”
Daddy Bastian twitched his lips but he knew it was serious. “No one. Do you remember when I said I visited the store that had special little stuff?”
“Yes. With your friends.” Just friends. Not a Daddy kind of friend. “Did you buy stuff for a special little?”
I wasn’t going to share Daddy Bastian.
“No. I just thought they looked fun, so I bought them.” Daddy Bastian shrugged like oh well. “I knew I might not go back to a place like that anytime soon, so I picked out a few fun things I thought a little might like.”
“Just in case?” Did Daddies buy just-in-case stuff? “We just share toys. Not people.”
He had to remember that.
“Just in case.” Daddy Bastian made an X over his heart. “Cross my heart.”
Whew.
Daddy Bastian wasn’t playing pretend.
“Stuff.” Yes. I wanted to see stuff. “Show me your fun stuff.”