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)
Sighing in relief and being adorably theatrical, he wiggled against me and tucked his face against my neck. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too.” Kissing his head, I kept him wrapped up tight. “I’m so proud of you. You went to your classes and I bet you did great on your first assignments and you peopled and you even handled having a roommate.”
One who was kinkier than either of us had originally expected.
“Look at you.” Giving him a teasing hug and wiggling him around, I kissed his head again. “You did great.”
He giggled, already sounding lighter. “They were silly get to know you activities and a few tiny papers. They weren’t hard.”
“That’s not the point.” I huffed and gave him an offended tone. “My sunshine is amazing.”
That got more happy sounds from my worn-out cutie. “I was. I even talked to people when I walked around.”
“Wonderful.” Kissing his head again, I squeezed him and got a cute squeak. “You’re so brave.”
I hadn’t been sure he’d actually stay and go to classes, so I was impressed at how far he’d come without talking himself out of going.
“I was.” Straightening, he kissed my cheek. “I’m all done now, though, Daddy.”
Oh yeah.
“Alright, my Addy pup, a few grown-up things before that part is all done.” He gave me the cutest nod and looked adorably serious making it hard to keep my list in my head. “When do you need to go back to school?”
Scrunching up his face, he frowned. “If I’m not big at all this weekend then Sunday afternoon so I can do a tiny bit of work. If I’m big tomorrow at some point then late Sunday or Monday morning. I don’t have class until eleven.”
“Perfect.” Giving him a quick peck, I kept the conversation moving. “Are there any grown-up errands we need to do this weekend?”
Shaking his head, Addison smiled. “No, I paid my bills and did all my grown-up stuff.”
Even better.
“Wonderful.” Rubbing his back, I knew from his smile I was losing grown-up Addison quickly. “Is there anything else grown-up related I need to know for the weekend and is anyone from school expecting to hear from you?”
Making the cutest thinking face, he even tapped his chin as he looked like a thoughtful Pooh Bear. “No. Damon knows I’m gone. My online friends are nosy but I handled that. I’m all done being big.”
“Alright.” Kissing his cheek, I switched over to being Daddy-Daddy instead of being boyfriend-Daddy. “Is my puppy thirsty?”
Nodding eagerly, Addison gave me wide eyes and aimed to look adorably innocent. “Puppies can have ice cream in a bowl. I heard that from my friends.”
“I’ll remember that.” But I wasn’t going to promise it just yet until I figured out what being a puppy meant to Addison. “Let’s get you ready first, though.”
Addy rabbit hadn’t used his hands much, so we’d have to see how puppy littles acted. I needed to see if puppies ate off the floor or at the table or if there were other options I hadn’t thought of.
There probably were.
I was glad he had his online friends, but every once in a while, I wanted to join the group too so I could figure out what he meant when he tried to explain things to me.
“I’m gonna be a puppy, Daddy.” It seemed that getting ready was all the signal his mind needed to completely switch gears. “I’m gonna be cute and fun and cuddly. My friend said so.”
So one friend?
“Is he a puppy little too?” I wasn’t sure how to ask that, so I wasn’t surprised when Addison shrugged.
“He’s not big all the time and he’s a puppy?” Not worrying about the details, Addison went back to the fun part. “He says it’s fun, and everyone said I was going to have so much fun and that I would be cute.”
Before I could decide if any of that needed a response, Addison kept going. “But the bossy boy said he knew I’d be cute because he saw real me and then everyone giggled and his fainting friend said to be nice or he’d tattle because they might share a Daddy?”
Huh?
Throwing up his arms, he looked adorably confused. “I don’t know. They might have two? It’s confusing. But it’s not my business because I’m not nosy.”
That seemed to be a dig at the chattery guy we’d met because Addison rolled his eyes. “I’m a good boy too because I wouldn’t go up and say Hi, I know you’re little. That’s not good manners.”
He wasn’t wrong. But I wasn’t sure he’d have ever introduced himself to the other littles, so had it really been that bad?
“You have very good manners.” That felt like the best response and made Addison smile, so I counted it as a win. “But right now, it’s time for my good Addy to have fun.”