Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Chapter 14
Tate
He really had found a pink coffee maker…I just wasn’t sure he knew how to use it based on how thoroughly he seemed to be studying the instruction manual. “That’s a beautiful coffeemaker, sunshine.”
Nodding absently, he frowned. “Looks are important but it’s complicated.”
Like my sunshine?
The way he looked at me and shrugged said he might’ve realized something close to that. “At least it comes with an explanation of how to make it happy?”
I wasn’t sure laughing would’ve been an appropriate Daddy response, so I did my best to keep my delight to myself. “That’s important, but either way, I’m sure we’d have figured it out.”
Just like the coffeemaker didn’t require rocket science, Addison was unique but not impossible to decipher.
“Yes.” Standing straighter, Addison nodded. “We’re very smart.”
Were we still talking about the coffeemaker?
Unsure, I crossed the kitchen and gave him a quick kiss. “We are. And at least one of us is very cute too.”
The grin he gave me went ear to ear and he pulled his nightgown to the side to do a little curtsey. “Thank you, good sir.”
Now I could laugh.
“You’re welcome, my princess.” That got me a cute cheek kiss before he went back to looking at the instructions.
“This doesn’t seem to be that hard and I think I have all the pieces we need.” He was wearing the cutest most serious expression when he gestured to the array of things on the counter. “I’ve seen all these at work.”
Hmm.
“I bet the coffeemakers at work are a lot more complicated.” Or a lot easier?
How was I supposed to ask if he’d ever done that before without sounding condescending?
“They’re bigger?” Shrugging, Addison frowned at what seemed to be a chart. “There’s ratios for this. It’s like math.”
Huh?
“You’re going to need to explain that.” Something about the situation had shocked him, but it seemed like I had to be missing a big part of it.
Looking up from the booklet, he waved it at me. “The coffee and water. There are ratios for this. It’s like cooking. Why didn’t anyone say that?”
Still stumped.
“How did people explain it before?” Had I ever explained how to make coffee to someone?
Sighing, he glared at the machine and shook his head. “They say things like fill it up and add the grounds, but when you ask how much, they shrug and say things like you know a few scoops or something like enough for it to be strong.”
Oh, I’d probably said something like that in the past.
“That’s not helpful.” Feeling badly about the situation, I frowned. “I probably have someone I need to apologize to for saying something like that to.”
I wasn’t sure where to start about making amends for that, though.
“Um, I don’t even think I know how to explain the water to grounds ratio. My mother just stood behind me the first times I made it and would tell me to add a little more or a bit less. Measuring utensils were never involved.” She’d just had a very specific spoon to scoop the coffee with and I still used that.
Why was that?
Addison looked slightly disappointed in me but he didn’t dwell on it for long. “Well, it seems like that’s a cultural problem. Coffee psychics think that everyone else is psychic too.”
He wasn’t wrong, so I found myself nodding. “And we just imitate the psychics so they don’t realize other people need more scientific information.”
Looking slightly happier, Addison took a deep breath. “My family wasn’t big on explaining things, and after I made it bad a few times, they decided I shouldn’t touch it because I was wasting too much money.”
Oh.
“Well, would you like us to walk through the instructions together or would you like for me to be the designated coffee person?” I didn’t mind either way. “That might be considered a Daddy job.”
“You can show me.” Whatever he was thinking made him giggle. “But I think the job part depends on who you talk to online.”
Very true.
“We do things our own way.” I shrugged and gave him an I’m superior expression. “So it doesn’t matter what anyone else would do.”
Giggling, he nodded and tossed down the instructions so he could throw himself at me. “Yes, we’re special.”
Wrapping him in a tight hug, I nodded. “We are.”
Especially my princess.
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“We did such a good job, Daddy.” Doing a twirl in the kitchen even though he didn’t seem to be little, Addison was sparkly-level happy. “And my coffee was drinkable.”
“Your coffee was wonderful.” Even though he mostly played with his. “You did a great job.”
Addison seemed to like sipping at it and he’d thoroughly enjoyed doctoring it up, but he’d only drank about half a cup tops.
“I’m amazing, Daddy.” Whirling across the kitchen, he threw himself at me and wrapped his arms around my neck. “You made me amazing. Thank you.”
He was adorable…and didn’t need any more caffeine.