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)
Oh.
“That’s big special, Daddy.” I’d read about that in books too. Some Daddies only brought their mate home even though they didn’t know to use the mate word. “You have to tell me the good manners though, Daddy.”
I liked knowing the rules.
“I will tell you stories and show you the manners stuff and it will be a wonderful visit.” Daddy got his confused frowny face on as I reached for his pants. “We might have to figure out the timing, though. They’re in Europe right now and I’m going to have to work on getting you a passport.”
The travel book.
I knew that one.
“I look human.” And I’d read books about getting fake papers, so I could help too. “I’m from Florida.”
I lowered my voice and whispered to be silly and distract him as I pushed his pants and undies down. “That way they know why I’m weird if I do something not human.”
Daddy laughed and laughed.
I was very funny.
“God, you’re right.” Daddy shook his head but gave me a big smile as he stepped out of his pants. “Nearly everywhere we go, if you tell them you’re from Florida that will excuse almost anything.”
Yep.
I’d read that in a book too.
Daddy was lucky he had such a smart mate…and he’d tell me that once he could say mate.
Chapter 16
Agent Murphy
He was cute, smart, and adorably devious…and he’d found a wonderful way to distract his worrying Daddy.
“We’ll do our best to make sure my parents don’t think you’re a Florida Man, though.” That’d be funny to watch, but not helpful in the long run. “You just be yourself and they’ll love you.”
They loved me and I was a bigger pain in the ass than Klynn would ever be.
“What kind of human should I be?” Klynn took my hands to help me carefully step out of my clothes, which had me trying not to smile and tell him how cute he was. “I could be Canadian or…or I could learn about California. People always think they’re confusing too.”
He wasn’t exactly wrong but I went back to wondering what he’d been reading.
“I don’t sound funny, so I can’t be from Australia. But I could talk about big monster bugs.” Klynn shrugged. “We’re kind of like Australia.”
He wasn’t kidding.
They literally had dinosaurs.
“I was serious when I said you could be yourself, baby.” Picking up my clothes, I smoothed out my pants and draped them over the side of the chair by the door. “My parents have the clearance to know about you guys, so I don’t have to lie.”
“Oh.” Klynn was doing his best to check me out while pretending not to check me out, so I slowly walked back over to him to make sure he knew I was comfortable with him.
No matter how weird I looked when I needlessly worried.
“I didn’t think about just being me.” And for some reason that seemed strange to him. “Will they think I’m an alien or a dragon?”
Both?
“Neither. They’re going to think you’re a nice guy who’s a good fit for their son.” And they were going to find it funny that we were so much alike.
They’d always teased that I’d find someone bubbly and my complete opposite, and I had to admit I was glad they’d been wrong. Opposites attract might be good for some people but I was pretty sure it’d drive me insane.
“But I’m not just a nice guy.” Klynn frowned as he stepped closer, clearly wanting cuddles. “I’m a grumpy dragon.”
Technically.
“What are you worried about, baby?” Wrapping my arms around him, I stepped us back toward the bed and pulled back the covers. “Cuddle time.”
He didn’t give any pushback, clearly ready for snuggling and probably bedtime. “Lots. I can be worried about lots because that’s the rule.”
What rule?
“Littles have big feelings, so it’s your job to fix it.”
Ah.
Okay, yes.
“I’m going to start fixing it by cuddling with you and then we’re going to talk before you tell me a story.” Huffing as we got under the comforter-like blanket that seemed to be on all the beds, I sat up against the pillows and pulled him close so his head was resting high on my chest. “I’m not going to let you distract me. I get a castle story.”
Klynn gave an adorably dramatic sigh. “That’s hard. They’re poems. Everything is poems.”
Oh.
“But I can do it.” Making a grumbly sound that was wonderfully human sounding, he let out a long breath. “Bedtime stories are stories. Not poems.”
Agreed.
But I could suffer through poetry if I had to.
“You have to go first, though.” Patting my chest, Klynn wiggled to find the perfect position. “Fix my worries.”
That wasn’t how fixing worries worked.
I wasn’t magic…he was.
“Are you worried that my parents won’t like you because you’re not a human from Earth?” I could almost hear him rolling his eyes but he technically just nodded against me. “Well, that would be a very reasonable worry if my family was just a normal American one who didn’t know about anything weird.”