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)
He had Kenzie’s eyes.
Those happy wiggles.
A wagging tail like a puppy.
Yes, this was my Kenzie…he was just looking slightly nervous and was obviously waiting for his Daddy to tell him everything was all right.
“I have to be honest, cutie. I think cuddling like this would be hard.” Cocking my head, I tried to sound relaxed as I teased him. “If you rolled over to give me a snuggle, you might squish me.”
Bingo.
More excited wiggles burst out of him and the worried look faded from his eyes.
“But you’re even more beautiful and so big…look at your wings, Kenzie.” Those were easier to focus on than the claws that were scratching at the ground like he was digging his toes into the dirt. Nope, those were a bit too big to focus on just yet.
Thankfully, Kenzie took the hint and spread his wings, giving me a wonderful distraction as they shimmered in the light. Powerful and light, they looked like he’d just stepped out of a movie, and tip to tip, it looked like he almost spanned the width of the house.
“Beautiful.” He must’ve heard the sincerity in my voice because his chest puffed up and he bounced, a purely Kenzie move like he was ready to wiggle and could barely contain himself.
As I tried to decide if my heart could handle a bouncing dragon who was probably just as easily distracted in his dragon form as he was in his human one, the light flashed again and a naked Kenzie threw himself at me. “I’m your beautiful dragon, Daddy.”
Chapter 20
Kenzie
Daddy laughed and nodded, kissing my head as he hugged me tight. “That sounds like something my little Kenzie would say, not my big one.”
As I sat down on his lap, I spread my arms wide. “Your big big one.”
“Alright, wing tip to wing tip, you’re the size of the house, Kenzie. I think we need another word rather than just big.” Daddy was shaking his head as he reached up and traced one arm almost like he was still seeing my wings. “But yes, you’re my happy, big big, beautiful dragon.”
“I was so happy, Daddy.” Hugging him tight around his neck, I kissed his cheek. “I was so excited and giggly and you were so cute and funny. It was perfect. You weren’t even scared of me.”
Daddy scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Daddies don’t get scared of their boys, even if their cute littles have teeth the size of hands.”
He was so funny.
“No chomp chomping Daddy.” Hugging him tight again, I couldn’t resist doing a happy wiggle. “Daddy cooks the food. Can’t eat Daddy.”
He laughed, nodding and kissing my nose. “I’m also going to help organize your hoard, don’t forget that.”
“No, won’t forget.” Just thinking about my toys and how brave Daddy had been made me even more wiggly. “’Member, Daddy.”
He raised one eyebrow and then kissed my cheek. “Because you’re my smart and cute and funny little dragon.”
I was a very cute little dragon, so I nodded. “You liked my little dragon size. You laughed and you petted my head and you said I was cuddly.”
Daddy’s eyes had gotten very big when I’d shown him my other dragon size, but he’d said I was beautiful and he hadn’t run away. I had the bravest Daddy ever because regular humans knew they could be chomped chomped and knew to be careful of predators but Daddy hadn’t been scared of me.
“You were very cuddly.” Daddy pretended to glare, making me giggle. “But, Kenzie the cutie, your big form is not cuddlable. You’ll squish me if you roll over.”
Maybe.
“But you’ll cuddle my little me and you’ll pet my head when I’m big and you’ll ride on me?” Hmm…that might’ve been too much for Daddy.
His eyes went big again and he forgot to hug or kiss me.
So I waited.
And waited.
I was so patient that I was amazing, but after a few more seconds, I picked up his cup and handed it to him.
Caffeine would help.
Yep, I was so smart.
He took a drink and then blinked a few times while his brain restarted. “Is that physically possible? Would that be rude?”
Daddy had the best questions.
“I can pick up heavy stuff and still fly, so you’re not too big.” What else? “Oh, and we won’t go far or very high, so you won’t fall…and I don’t understand the rude part.”
Daddy worries were unique, so I wasn’t going to try to guess what he was thinking.
“Oh, um, well, it seemed kind of rude to think about riding you. You’re my special boy and my partner, so I don’t know.” Daddy shrugged. “You’re not a horse.”
Giggling at the image of him riding me with a cowboy hat and big boots, I shrugged. “No one ever said it was rude, but we won’t ask just in case.”
Then no one could tell us no.