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)
And I’d made him laugh…actually laugh.
Klynn the full grown-up smiled for me sometimes and made that soft sound that was definitely showing his emotions, but Klynn the adorable little actually made laughing sounds and rolled his eyes and gave me kisses when I’d been a good boy.
He was adorable when he was playing Daddy.
“You were very good.” And that got me another cheek kiss because evidently that was what Daddies did. “Now it’s time to pick up our toys. Do you need the song?”
The song?
Klynn pulled the plastic-looking bucket that definitely wasn’t plastic closer and started humming. “Some boys need the cleanup song.”
Oh.
Having a vague recollection of hearing it on TV or maybe at a club on little night, I sighed and shrugged and slowly picked up one block and put it in the bucket. “See? I’m a good boy.”
As long as he stretched the definition.
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to laugh or roll his eyes, but either way, he squared his shoulders and got back into his Daddy role. “Yes. You need the song.”
Because some littles were just high-maintenance.
As he started to sing with a sweet and clearly little tone, he nodded toward the toys and I knew it was time to go faster. Songs were meant to help, so I showed him I was his good boy and picked up the blocks.
The amazingly magical blocks that only stayed together if I told them to.
From what he’d said they were basically babies’ first magical training toys to help them learn to focus the tiny magic they were born with, but I didn’t mind having the magical limitations of a dragon toddler. It was a start in the right direction…hopefully.
I was going to have more questions at some point, but for the time being, others seemed more important. Like what would make a dinner special and if I was going to have to eat dinosaurs again…and how in the hell they had castles that were right out of a medieval European setting.
But quizzing Klynn would’ve taken him out of his little headspace, so I pushed castle questions to the back of my mind and stayed focused on the important things…being dramatic and picking up the blocks. “I’m all done.”
Mostly.
Falling back on the floor again, I sighed. “I’m starving. I need food. I need juice. I need attention.”
Mumbling something about some boys having a hard time being good, Klynn reached over and patted my head as I aimed a pout in his direction. “I think dinner and cuddles are a good idea. You’ll get lots of attention then.”
That seemed to be an early bedtime kind of reference, but I was all for that because cuddling with him sounded amazing. “I need attention. I’m broke.”
I might not have had a little of my own, but I’d seen enough amazing drama queens at the club to be able to imitate one.
“You need kisses.” Klynn shrugged like there was nothing he could do about it. “But I still see blocks. Are you being a good boy?”
Nope…but I was being a boy who got lots of attention and made Klynn laugh.
“Good boys get lots of hugs and attention.” Being stubborn again, I scrunched my face into a dramatic pout I’d seen on an amazingly stubborn pain-in-the-ass little and held out my arms. “I’m ready.”
That got me more adorable grumbling sounds that big Klynn would’ve never made and I loved every one of them. “Yes, you are very something.”
As I fought to keep a straight face as he repeated something he had to have read in a book, he sighed and leaned over to kiss my cheek again. “I need a good helper if you want more cuddles.”
Hmm.
“What kind of cuddles?” I made sure to look properly suspicious as I slowly sat up again. “Big cuddles?”
Klynn nodded but I could see his brain whirling. “Yes…if you’re a good helper I’ll…give you big cuddles on the bed after dinner. You’ll like those.”
Yes, I would.
“With kisses? I need kisses too.” I was a pain in the ass, but I dug out a few blocks that’d ended up under the bed, putting them in the bucket. “Lots of kisses.”
“Lots of kisses.” Klynn helped me find the last few stray blocks behind us and put them back on the shelf with the magic doors that quickly went back into place as soon as he had the castle back in its place.
Fucking castles.
I’d spent years in Germany and I’d been to every castle that was open to the public and even some ruins that weren’t. It was amazing what diplomats had access to when they were being wined and dined, but now it was making me question the version of history I’d been taught.
“All done.” Clapping at our wonderful cleanup, Klynn gave me another sweet peck and stood up. And because he was Daddy, he reached out to take my hand and help me up. “Good boy.”