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)
Me.
I was Daddy Bastian’s cute boy.
“Ohhh…” Lots of stuff. “Look….”
Binkies and blankies and bottles and lots of stuff.
Daddy Bastian smiled but shrugged like he felt silly. “I couldn’t resist some of the stuff.”
’Cause it was for me.
“Cars.” Daddy Bastian bought car diapers and special jammies and even a blue binkie. “Mine.”
He laughed and nodded as he sat down beside me. “Yes, they’re yours but you have to tell me if there’s something you don’t want to try.”
“Colors.” I ’membered. “Green.”
Mine.
Daddy Bastian picked up the bottle and showed me. “Should we try a bottle of milk and cuddle in my big chair in the living room?”
He had a Daddy chair.
He didn’t pretend good.
I pretended better.
“Yes. Green.” Ha. I told him my color. “Mine.”
Picking out the binkie, I held it up. “Big.”
“Yes, the regular ones are too small.” He scrunched his face up. “Have you tried those? It’s frustrating.”
“You?” I held up my binkie next to Daddy Bastian’s face. “Try?”
He laughed. “Not that one, but I tried one a while ago. I wanted to understand what a little would be feeling.”
His little.
Ha. Ha.
“Practice.” Daddy Bastian liked being right. “Good boy.”
I patted his head and laughed when he rolled his eyes. “Silly boy.”
Yes.
Funny boy, too.
Daddy Bastian looked back in the box and put his thinky face on. “Is there anything you don’t want to try?”
“No.” Hmm. “More toys.”
Daddy Bastian gave me a silly face. “Yes, I haven’t forgotten the lack of toys, but I’m trying to be a good helper.”
Good Daddy.
Ha.
He was going to forget his game and say the Daddy word.
“Diapers?” Daddy Bastian liked to worry. “Green.”
He liked the diapers.
Sneaky peek.
Look at his boy.
Sneaky peek.
Look serious.
Sneaky peek.
Still worried.
“Okay, but what do you do if you have questions?” Daddy Bastian looked too thinky.
So I got him.
Ha.
I was fast.
“Ompf.” Daddy Bastian tried to look frowny again but he wanted to laugh. “You got me.”
Mine.
“Fast.” Faster. Faster. “Stuck.”
I made Daddy Bastian stuck.
“You’re just going to camp up there and sit on me, huh?” Daddy Bastian tried to look frowny again but he was stuck and giggly. “Just gonna pin me to the bed?”
Yes.
Daddy Bastian was fast too.
Oops.
“Now who’s pinned to the bed?” Daddy Bastian was the bad guy and had me stuck. “Who’s fast now?”
Daddy Bastian.
But I laughed and laughed.
“I’m supposed to be scary.” He scrunched up his face and pouted. “No giggling at the scary man.”
Scary Daddy.
“Bottle?” Big eyes. Look cute. Hmm. Cheek kiss. “Please?”
Ha.
Daddy Bastian sat up. “Sure. Let’s—”
“I win.” Ha. I escaped. “I win.”
“Hey.” Daddy Bastian huffed. “That’s sneaky.”
Cheek kisses were very sneaky.
Terrence said so.
“I cute.”
Daddy Bastian huffed and puffed and then his smile escaped. “You’re very cute. I’m going to remember that.”
Nope.
“Bottle?” Distract the Daddy. Terrence said so. “Cuddles?”
Daddy Bastian sighed.
Defeat.
Terrence was regular smart and Daddy smart too.
“Yes, cuddles.” He shook his head but took my hand. “Alright, is milk okay? You used to like it.”
“Grown-ups don’t drink milk, but I’m little.” I shrugged. “I get milk.”
Daddy Bastian rolled his eyes. “Your father is a moron. He’s well-intentioned but he’s an idiot.”
Yep.
“Good with cars?” Grumpy moron, helpful moron. “And fish.”
He scrunched up his face again. “If dating you ends up with me having to go fishing, you’re going to owe me.”
Terrence told Leander how to say thank you.
“That laugh was pure evil.” Daddy Bastian grumbled. “Nope. I’m not going to ask.”
“Tell?” Daddy Bastian would squirm. “Cute.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Grumble. Grumble. Grumble. “Yes. But a cute menace.”
Me?
Ha.
Cute.
Daddy Bastian liked talking to himself. I smiled and gave him the big eyes like I’d practiced as he took me to the kitchen.
Cute.
Sweet.
Not naughty.
Nope.
He sighed.
I won.
I got milk too.
“At some point I’m going to forget my common sense and ask you what’s so funny.” Daddy Bastian took my hand again. “It’s not today…but some point.”
Later.
“Cuddles?” He had a big Daddy chair. “Rock?”
“It glides back and forth.” Daddy Bastian forgot to be grumpy. “Let me show you.”
He liked cuddles.
He liked snuggling his boy.
He liked pretending not to be a Daddy.
But he had a Daddy chair and a bottle and a binkie and diapers.
Oh.
I sucked.
I was smart.
Milk.
Daddy Bastian had the good milk.
Good milk.
Good snack.
Good cuddles.
“That’s right. Just relax and see if you like the bottle.” Daddy Bastian held me tight and made the chair go back and forth over and over. “I thought you’d like that.”
Daddy Bastian liked it too.
“Long sucks and just relax. We’ll see how you like it.” He made soft sounds and kissed my head. “Close your eyes. That’s the best way.”
Daddy Bastian practiced?
Yes.
Gotta be a good Daddy.
Gotta know everything.
Daddy Bastian was…he was…sneaky…he was sneaky…
Chapter 10
Bastian
“This isn’t believable.” Orlando’s frown had me looking between us and wondering what he was talking about.
“What?” I was guessing it was something about our date, but I wasn’t sure what he was talking about specifically. “We both look good and we’re even holding hands.”
And our walk to the restaurant was long enough since we parked a couple blocks away that there was a good chance someone from the neighborhood would see us at the very least. I was betting his family would get a call before we finished dinner, but I might’ve been underestimating that timeline.