Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Yep, definitely keeping Daddy.
“You have very good plans, Daddy.” He was smart and nice and ignored the nosy people. “Thank you for feeding me. My mother said I was going to have to learn to do it on my own because no one would do it for me, but I’m glad she was wrong.”
“I’m going to tell her you said that.”
Ugh, some people were so annoying…and we weren’t supposed to yell in the store, everyone knew that.
“If you do, I’ll tell her you were eavesdropping and hollering across the grocery store just to embarrass her baby.” Daddy was so smart and thought very fast.
Almost everyone in the store was saying the same thing too, but my nosy cousin just laughed.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Kissing his cheek, I thought about how I was going to say thank you very sweetly later. “It’s not nice to tattle.”
“It really isn’t.” Daddy gave me a quick peck and barely glared at the woman on the other side of the produce section who giggled. “I understand why she was worried, but you found your Daddy, so there’s nothing for her to worry about any longer.”
And if she was wrong, we didn’t need to point that out because she’d figure it out on her own.
“Because you’re going to take care of me.” That deserved another cheek kiss and it made him grin, which made it even better.
“And you’re going to keep me?” Daddy laughed when I nodded. “See, we’ve got a good plan.”
We really did.
“And we don’t need help or an audience.” Daddy raised his voice and glared as a few heads peeked around the salad dressing aisle to get a better view of us.
Looking like he wanted to sigh, Daddy turned back to me and smiled. “Help me remember I don’t care about supporting the local economy next time I say something stupid like that.”
Daddy shook his head as giggles came from somewhere near the baking section. “Next time we’re going to the Walmart. I don’t care if it’s further away.”
He was probably right.
“I’ll help you remember.” I wasn’t sure his patience could take doing this every week without it affecting how much chocolate and goodies he let me buy.
And that would be tragic.
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“I don’t usually come home with this much food.” I couldn’t decide if it was scary or amazing. “There’s lots to cook.”
Daddy chuckled as he put the beef and the chicken into the fridge.
I had both…and they weren’t already precooked.
“You’re not going to be the one dealing with it, so stop worrying. You keep looking at it like it’s going to explode.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“It doesn’t explode but it does end up chewy or smelling funny.” There was so much that could go wrong with cooking meat. “I wished I liked it raw better.”
That would be so much easier.
“Not gonna ask. Not gonna ask.” As Daddy whispered to himself and shook his head, I picked up all the different kinds of chocolate I bought for our goodies and took my pile to the pantry. “We’re going to make a plan for when I’m coming over to cook for you and then we’ll figure out leftovers and things like that for you to heat up when I’m not here. It’s going to be easy. Just a minute or two in the microwave and you’ll have a hot meal anytime you want.”
Daddy was going to make sure I was fed good.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He was amazing…and he even wanted pancakes for dinner. “But if you came over every night, you won’t have to worry about me using the microwave.”
No explosions here.
Daddy laughed. “I can’t decide if you’re messing with me to make sure I’m here every night or if there’s a problem with you using the microwave.”
Hmm, I probably didn’t want to end up not being able to use it just in case I made him worry.
“The first one, Daddy.” My honest answer made him grin and shake his head like I was cute. “I like having you around and I like using the microwave.”
And if he kept leaving to go to his other house, was I really keeping him?
Yep, hoard stuff had to stay in this house.
“I can’t decide if I should thank you for being honest or tell you we can’t go too fast.” Daddy raised one eyebrow, pretending to be serious.
“The first one, Daddy.” He always put the right answer first. That was going to be very helpful. “Honesty is important in special relationships.”
Like between Daddies and their littles, and humans and their dragons, and in BDSM relationships.
No spanking without trust first.
I’d promised my mother.
“That is very true.” Daddy closed the fridge and kissed my cheek as he walked past me to help empty the rest of the never-ending bags. “And that is a good way to shift the conversation away from things you want me to avoid.”