Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Yay, sleepover.
“Yep, we’re all going to fit.” Daddy kissed my head. “And we’re turning. Look there, monkey.”
Oh.
“Big, Daddy.” I wanted to wiggle but Daddy made me more stuck. “I got big too, Daddy.”
Sleepover at my house.
Monkey’s turn.
Gonna play with Daddy and Papa.
“Show?” I tried to climb in the big big tub but Daddy took me to the sink. “’Morrow, Daddy?”
Daddy scrunched up his face as he made soapy bubbles on my hands. “Do I want to go see your big bed tomorrow?”
“Yes.” I tried to blow on my bubbles and make them fly but Daddy disappeared the bubbles down the drain. “Aww."
Daddy laughed. “Silly monkey, you get to have bigger bubbles in just a minute.”
Long.
Long.
Long.
“Stop wiggling.” Daddy tried to frown but he giggled. “Papa will have a heart attack if we get sauce all over the house.”
I frowned and looked like Papa. “No stickies.”
“I heard that!”
Papa made Daddy laugh and laugh and laugh.
“Yes, we can go over to your house tomorrow.” Daddy kissed my head and gave me a big smile. “I’m very curious to see it.”
Daddy so silly.
“My hoard.” I got to laugh and laugh when Daddy nodded. “Surprise.”
I was so funny.
Daddy made a thinky face. “Your hoard should not be a surprise, little monkey. You like sparkly things.”
Big sparkles.
Little sparkles.
Fancy sparkles.
Pretty sparkles.
Scary sparkles.
Wiggly sparkles.
“That look is very suspicious, little monkey.” Daddy’s frown looked like Papa and made me giggle. “Tell Daddy about your sparkles.”
“No.” Shaking my head, I put my finger up to my lips. “Shh.”
Daddy groaned as he led me over to the tub and turned on the water. “I have…I have cookies for a good boy who shares with his Daddy.”
Sneaky Daddy.
Frowning, I shook my finger. “No Papa-ing, Daddy.”
“I heard that too.” Papa made Daddy smile again. “I’m not a naughty word.”
I nodded.
He was lots and lots naughty.
Daddy leaned down and rested his forehead on mine. “I agree, but don’t tell Papa.”
I giggled. “Secret, Daddy.”
He nodded but tried to look sneaky again as he sat down to play with the water. “But hoards aren’t secret from mates, little monkey. You can tell Daddy about your hoard.”
“Sparkly.” I waved my arms around. “Lots and bigs sparklies. Lots and tiny sparklies.”
Daddy made a happy sound. “Okay, monkey, but what other kind of sparklies do you want? What else would my monkey like to have in his hoard?”
Oh.
I was thinky and more thinky as Daddy added special pretty soap to make bubbles and took my clothes off. “Princess, Daddy.”
Patting my head, I twirled around. “Princess.”
Daddy was so smart. “A tiara? I bet you’d look beautiful in a tiara.”
“Your next question should be if he’s going to get a real tiara or a plastic one?” Papa was in the doorway and frowned. “How did he get sauce under his clothes?”
“Magic, Papa.” Wiggling my fingers, I grinned. “I mage.”
Laughing and laughing, I loved Papa’s big frown and sigh and all his grumblies. “I happy mage.”
Papa rolled his eyes. “You’re a happy pain in the butt.”
“Carrick.” Daddy frowned at Papa. “Nice words.”
Papa thought that was silly. “Fine. You’re a happy poke in the tushy.”
“That’s much better. Thank you.” Daddy shook his head when I laughed. “He’s going to pick up bad habits if you say things like that.”
Papa looked at Daddy like Daddy was a silly mage too. “Like pretend to be a mage and cheat? Or pout and look cute to get his way? Hmm?”
Papa was so smart.
“Yes! Happy mage wins.” I made Daddy laugh and Papa pretend to frown.
“Yes, I’m the bad influence.”
I shrugged. “Grumpy Papa.”
Daddy thought I was funny but he pointed to the tub. “In the bubbles, monkey, before Papa can decide what to do with a cheeky monkey.”
I knew what Papa could do.
Climbing in the tub, I got on my hands and knees and wiggled my bottom. “Spank?”
Daddy groaned, plopping down beside the tub like a mountain that crashed. “Oh, monkey.”
Papa’s mouth dropped open. “He can’t do that. He’s little.”
I laughed and laughed so big I almost got dunked. Daddy looked worried, so I smiled and sat down on my bottom. “Careful. I careful, Daddy. See?”
“No.” Daddy glared so cute even Papa laughed. “I don’t see.”
Bringing my hands up to my eyes, I spread them out big. “Open, Daddy. I careful.”
“You’re cheeky is what you are.” Daddy folded his arms over his chest. “You get that from your Papa.”
That made Papa groan and he glared at Daddy. “I do not agree with that sentiment. I’m not playing out that fantasy. I’m also not explaining how that’s not possible at all.”
I laughed and laughed. “Town. Naughty.”
Daddy sighed. “Fine. You’re right. Somehow that would end up all over town. But I didn’t mean genetically.”
Papa was still looking grumbly and confused. “We’re already the talk of the town. I got asked earlier if Lorne was the type of little that needed to be locked up to be happy. I don’t know what the fuck they were looking at online but they don’t need any encouragement. The fuckers are deviant enough.”