Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He was so cute when he was all Dommy.
Even Daddy knew it because he huffed. “Alright. I’m close enough to fine that I wasn’t lying, but I’m still unreasonably nervous.”
Master liked that answer better because he nodded and reached out to play with Daddy’s ear. “Thank you. Is there anything else you want to say?”
Daddy wanted to say no, but after a dramatic exhale, he tried again. “Thank you for helping me to feel better about it and I promise to let you know if my worries start to get the better of me.”
That sounded like something my dad would’ve said. Dean was so cute and such a Daddy. But Daddies worried, so I knew why he didn’t like having so much new stuff going on.
“You’re welcome, and you’d better let me know or I will not be fit to live with.” Master was frowning but he sounded like my mother.
I was smart and didn’t smile, though, because that always made her nuts.
“I understand.” Daddy was trying not to laugh and not doing a very good job of hiding it. He liked living dangerously sometimes. “It’ll be fine.”
Hopefully.
Master rolled his eyes but must’ve thought it was slightly believable because he went back to focusing on the car and we actually left the parking lot before Daddy’s worries started to come back.
Turning his head, he frowned at me. “The brownies tasted fine, didn’t they?”
“They were wonderful.” But even I knew we weren’t worrying about the brownies. “Daddy?”
Hoping I wasn’t going to make the situation worse, I waited until he shifted in his seat so he could see me better. “Yes, baby boy?”
“What’s the worst thing that could happen even if it’s awkward and my parents don’t like you?” When he just blinked, I tried again. “What’s the worst reasonable thing that could happen at dinner? You can’t say aliens attacking or anything like that.”
Or my point would never work.
There was nothing I could do against aliens…they wouldn’t care that I was cute and smart.
Scrunching up his face, Daddy was silent while Tate drove, but he didn’t look away and he didn’t tell me I was being ridiculous. It took him miles and miles to figure out an answer, but I was patient and didn’t even wiggle.
When he finally answered, he looked like he needed a hug. “I think the worst thing is that if they didn’t like us and you decided that you didn’t want to be my partner anymore because of it. Family is important to you and I want them to like us.”
That was something I could fix…at least I thought so, but Dean was at the top-tier Daddy level for worriers and that was hard to compete with.
“Families are like a Venn diagram with me in the middle where it overlaps. I’ll have a circle with my parents in it and a circle with you guys in it. Maybe you’ll make another one because each of you needs your own circles. I don’t know.” Diagrams were hard.
Tate was crafty, though, so I knew he could help if I needed it. “I’ll have to figure out how the picture looks, but there’s lots of space for us to overlap even if you and my parents don’t get along. But I’m not trying to find a relationship that makes them happy. My mother made sure I knew that. She also said that she might not even like whoever I find because her dad always hated mine.”
I still didn’t understand that, but it was okay because only she had to understand why she loved him.
“So you’re not trying to make them like you to keep me. I already belong to you, so there’s no takebacks on that one.” I was not going to start from scratch just because my mother didn’t understand why having a Daddy was amazing.
Not that I thought it would be a problem.
She thought the idea of me having a Master and a Daddy was very practical.
“I think the worst thing that can happen is that you and my father don’t get along and that makes the holidays awkward. It’s not likely at all because you’re very cute and treat me very well, but if something like that happens, we’ll figure out how to make Thanksgiving work.” It couldn’t be too hard.
Worst-case scenario was that we didn’t let them sit next to each other and I kept being a brat to make sure Daddy’s attention was always on me.
That wouldn’t be hard at all.
“So you’re just worried about not getting good desserts at Thanksgiving, huh?” Daddy tried to keep a straight face as he teased me but he couldn’t do it and his eyes kept wanting to smile.
“Yes.” It was the answer he wanted to hear and made him laugh. “Because you’ll make a dessert and my mother will make a dessert and then I get twice as much pie.”