Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
When they were toasted, he placed each of them on a plate and set them on the table. I pulled out his chair for him and once he was seated, I grabbed two cans of soda out of the fridge, making a mental note that I needed to buy some juice and milk for him.
"Thank you," Andy said when I gave him his soda and sat next to him. I popped the tab for him and after he took a sip, he gave me a sweet smile. "Daddy, do you think we could get some fun straws like Joey had?"
I was very proud of him for letting me know what he wanted. "We absolutely can. I've even seen cups with the swirly straws built into them. We can get some of those too."
Andy clapped his hands. "Thank you, Daddy. You're the best!"
I smiled at him and lifted my sandwich before taking a big bite. The tangy sauce and savory cheese blended perfectly on my taste buds, making me hum my delight. "You are the best chef. This sandwich is amazing!"
"I'm so happy you like it. This is my favorite thing to cook, but I can make lots of different things. I can make you something else tomorrow."
"Duckling, I love your cooking, but I'm happy to make meals for you."
"I know, and I'm excited to taste them, but it makes me happy to cook for you. It's one of my favorite things to do."
I could never rob him of something he enjoyed. Plus, there wasn't a script we had to follow in our relationship. There was no rule stating I had to cook for him to be a good Daddy. Andy was capable of many things, and required a different kind of care than other boys. He needed help with finances, but mainly he needed someone to make him feel free to play, explore, and be his true self. Most importantly, he needed to feel loved, and damn how I loved him.
"How about we take turns cooking?" I suggested, and his face lit up.
"That sounds perfect."
We gobbled down every delicious bite of our sandwiches, and then Andy insisted on helping me with the dishes (I washed and he dried). While he was drying his hands, I got an idea and I couldn't wait to share it.
"Andy, I bought you a surprise today while you were trying on clothes."
"You did? Oh, thank you!" He gave me a big hug as I laughed. He was so sweet, being excited before he even knew what the surprise was.
"I did and I'd love to give it to you. If you sit at the table, I'll go get it."
He quickly took a seat and I hustled back into the living room, where I searched through the shopping bags until I found the small bottle I was after.
When I stepped back into the kitchen, I found Andy with his eyes closed, awaiting his gift. I sat next to him and held up the bottle of pink glittery nail polish. "Open your eyes." They fluttered open and widened. “What do you think?”
“It’s so pretty!”
“Would you like me to paint your nails?”
“Oh, yes please!”
Andy flattened both of his hands against the table. I gently shook the bottle and twisted off the cap and the acidic scent hit my sensitive nostrils. I wiped the excess polish on the neck of the bottle and touched the brush to Andy’s thumb. With two strokes, his nail was covered in sparkling pink gel.
“This color is perfect for you,” I told him as I dipped the brush in again. I knew nothing about cosmetics, but I did know that any color would be perfect for my boy.
The apples of his cheeks swelled with a grin. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I carefully painted each fingernail, wiping away any drops I spilled onto his skin. In just a few minutes, he had two coats of perfectly applied polish. I lifted his hands and blew on his nails to help them dry. He watched me with a smile on his lips and gratitude and affection in his eyes that completely undid me.
I pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, and another to his wrist. My lips trailed up his arm, and I kept my gaze on his, watching as fire lit in his pupils. Andy moaned when my mouth found his neck. I nibbled gently on his throat, feeling his stubble brush against my cheek and dreaming of the moment I could bite into his supple flesh.
I lifted my head and looked into Andy’s heavy-lidded eyes. Lust and need rolled off of him so thickly I could smell it. It raised the hairs on the back of my neck and made my pulse race, and I couldn’t resist.
I took his lips with my own, kissing him firmly and passionately. His mouth sprang open, allowing me to slip my tongue against his. The first taste of his sweet flavor overwhelmed my senses, and flooded me with desire.