Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
But walking mad made it hard to think of nice things about myself.
Shoot.
Now I was holding my ice cream hostage.
Brains were so mean.
Daddy sighed but went into the kitchen with a disappointed Daddy walk.
Shoot.
I didn’t like that, so I took a big deep breath and pouted again as I let it out. Leaning my head into the corner of the wall, I did an even bigger sigh so Daddy could hear me and tried to think.
Ice cream was more important than pouting over punishments, right?
Okay, Daddy said I was cute and even Cohen said I was cute. Oh, would Daddy tell Cohen I’d been naughty and not funishment naughty? Would Cohen think Daddy wasn’t a good Daddy because I was pouty?
Sighing, I told myself I was going to show Daddy I could be good so he didn’t have to tell Cohen I’d been naughty. Thinking, I tried to find good things to tell Daddy, but it was hard, and I had to stretch a couple, but I found five by the time he brought out our ice cream.
I knew they were big bowls by the way he set them down on the coffee table, but I didn’t peek. Nope, not even to turn my head and look at the window that was almost like a mirror at night. Nope. I was very good.
“Have you found your five things?” Daddy didn’t sound disappointed, so I nodded. “Good boy, come here.”
Hurrying over, I plopped down on his lap and only peeked once at my ice cream. Yep, it was huge and he’d given me sprinkles. He couldn’t be disappointed if I got sprinkles, so I gave him my best I’m a good boy smile. “I found my five things.”
Daddy kissed my cheek. “Alright, tell me what your five things are and then you’ll get hugs and ice cream.”
Big ice cream.
Nodding, I sat straighter and counted my five things. “You like coming over because I’m fast.” I was very fast and Daddy laughed when we ran.
“You like coming over because you get to take care of me.” I kept forgetting I was the only little Daddy had and the only dating person he got to take care of. That was important for a Daddy to have.
What else?
Oh. I remembered. “You like coming over because we get fun treats like ice cream.” Cohen didn’t seem like the treat kind of Dom, so it was my job to make sure Daddy got goodies.
“I’m fun to play with.” Just in case he needed a reminder that most of the time I was very good. “And I’m a good cuddler and I have fun sleepovers.”
That had to be more than five.
I was so good.
Daddy thought so too because he kissed my forehead. “That’s a wonderful list. Are you going to try to remember those when you start to worry next time?”
“Oh, Daddy, I’m not going to worry again.” Standing in the corner was sooooo boring. “I’m going to be very good.”
Daddy nodded. “I’m sure you will be. Are you ready for your ice cream? I remembered the sprinkles.”
“Yes.” Trying not to bounce, I nodded but then froze like a statue. “Daddy?”
I remembered.
“Yes?” He gave me another head kissy and hugged me tight. “What’s on your mind?”
I leaned in and whispered. “Are you going to tell Cohen I was naughty?”
Daddy went very still before taking a deep breath. “No, cutie, I won’t tell Cohen you were naughty. He knows you’re a good boy.”
Good.
Curling into Daddy, I snuggled against him and felt much better. “I didn’t want him to think my being pouty made you a bad Daddy. You’re the best Daddy, even when I’m naughty.”
Hugging me tight, Daddy gave my head another kiss. “You’re never naughty. You just forget that you’re important and that I like being your Daddy. But I know you’ll remember soon. It just takes a while sometimes, but I’m patient.”
And there was always the corner again…
“Thank you, Daddy.” Yawning, I snuggled closer. “I’ll be good and I’ll ‘member.”
“I know you will, cutie.” Daddy gave me a long hug, making happy huggy sounds, and then pointed at our dessert. “How about we have our ice cream before it turns into soup?”
Giggling, I nodded and Daddy helped me to sit down on the floor so I didn’t spill my ice cream soup on him or the couch. As we ate, Daddy told me about his day and about how much fun he had with Archer and Declan.
“Archer is nervous about meeting you, but what do you think about having dinner with them soon?” Daddy waited for an answer, but I just shoved a big bite in my mouth.
He tried being very good and not giggling, but he coughed and I knew what that meant. “What are you thinking, cutie?”
I wanted to take another bite, but I thought that might get me back in the corner, so I sighed. “Um, big me or little me? Does he know about little me? Does he know about Cohen? What does he think of littles? What does his Dom think of littles? Does he know that I know that he has a Dom? I didn’t cheat and gossip, but Eli was, well, he was very excited.”