Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Daddy opened his mouth.
Daddy closed his mouth.
Daddy nodded.
“It was a very pretty castle once upon a time.” He smiled when I laughed. “I think I’m going to need my boy to tell me castle stories later.”
Oh.
“I’ll be the Daddy.” I could do it. “I’ll…I’ll tuck you in and give you kisses and tell you stories.”
That was what Daddies did.
He smiled.
I got it right.
“I think that sounds perfect.” Daddy gave me another cheek kiss. “Okay, so you made a castle out of…what are those…smaller versions of the blocks?”
I was such a good boy I gave Daddy a nod. “Yes. Little blocks for special projects. Big blocks for towers.”
Daddy scrunched his face up like the silly Daddies in books. “I don’t know. Is it really a tower if you can’t knock it over?”
He was so funny.
“Earth blocks fall and you say timber. That’s for trees. I looked that up. I’m smart. My blocks don’t go timber unless we tell them too.” Think. Think. Think. “You try.”
Groans and groans and sighs…then Daddy pouted. “That’s a lot of work. Earth timber is better.”
Maybe.
“Big boys try hard.” I did the human shrug and sighed like the Daddies in my books. “Can you be a big boy?”
Ha.
Daddy wanted to laugh but he had to be dramatic. “I don’t want to be a big boy.”
“Hmm…” I pretended to be thinky because I was the Daddy this time. “How about for a kiss? You like kisses.”
He did.
Ha.
He pouted.
“I like kisses.” He gave me a big sigh and glared at the blocks. “Okay, but I’m just gonna try. I get kisses even if it doesn’t work.”
It would work.
He was so silly.
“Deal.” I knew the rules. He got kisses as long as he stopped pouting. “Be my big boy.”
His laugh almost escaped but he had lots of practice looking serious. “I’ll try. Then I get kisses.”
“Try hard and be my good boy.” This game was so silly. “Think hard. Picture the blocks tipping over so you can go timber.”
The boys in stories liked making them go timber, so I knew why Daddy wanted it too. He’d probably made the blocks go timber before and he wanted to do it again.
Think.
Think.
Think.
Like a magic Pooh Bear.
Wobble.
Wobble.
Wobble.
“Timber.” Daddy sat up straight and smiled and wiggled like a happy dragon on the other side of the portal as the blocks tipped over and went everywhere. “Did it.”
“Yay.” He tried so hard. “Kisses for the big boy.”
Daddy got a smacky cheek kiss and I sat up taller to kiss his head just like the Daddies did. “I’m so proud of you.”
His smile was back. “Thank you for helping me.”
“I’m your good helper.” That’s what the books said and that’s what mates said. “I’ll always help make the blocks go timber.”
He needed me…I was his special boy.
“You are a wonderful helper.” Daddy gave me a cheek kiss that time before he looked at the blocks and gave them a frowny face. “I think I’m going to need more help, though. I need to build something amazing. Not castle amazing but something nice.”
Oh, Daddy was jealous.
I’d seen that emotion in my books.
“We’ll practice more and…and then when you’re ready we can go to the ruins so you can make a castle too.” Yep. He needed to make a castle too.
Daddy sighed, probably wanting to pout again. “I think all I’m going to be able to make is ruins, not a pretty castle.”
He was just as dramatic as an Earth dragon.
Daddy was going to fit right in with them once they stopped being naughty, but I was smart and didn’t say that out loud. Nope. He got a cheek kiss and a big smile. I did it good. “That’s such a good idea, Daddy. You can make the ruins so we’ll have the now and before castles. Like a set.”
Ha.
Daddy couldn’t grumble about that.
He paused.
He frowned.
He sighed.
“You’re kind of sneaky.”
Yep. Yep. Yep.
“Oh, Daddy.” Cheek kiss time. That’s what the other littles would do. “I’m your good boy.”
I could be a good boy and sneaky…Lorne said so.
Chapter 12
Agent Murphy
“I’m all done.” Collapsing back on the floor again got another giggle from Klynn who seemed to love my dramatic responses. “Timber is hard work and my blocks keep wobbling. I need food. And cuddles. And more kisses.”
He was getting a kick out of me being ridiculous, so I played up the bid for attention. “And stories. I was promised stories.”
Sighing just like a tortured Daddy, Klynn shook his head. “Stories are for bedtime. Cleanup time and then I have a special dinner for you because you tried hard and were a good boy. Mostly.”
A special dinner?
How could I get him to define that without sounding like a picky eater?
“I was very good.” Sitting up, I gave him a very earnest look and smiled. “I made the blocks go timber and I made them stick together and I worked very hard.”