Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Oh.
“By the time I met her, she’d been working in housekeeping for a long time.” Brushing his hand over my head, he ran his fingers through my hair. “I met her when I had to stay at one of those long-term hotels while the house was being built. She impressed me and she agreed to come work for me once the house was ready.”
“She seems to like working for you.” Nothing I’d seen or heard said otherwise.
“I think so.” Looking thoughtful for a moment, Daddy shrugged. “She’s very straightforward and has always told me if there’s a problem. So I believe her when she says she liked meeting you and that she thinks you’re good for me.”
As my face heated up, I tried to hide against his hand. “She’s nice.”
“She is and she understands that sometimes life is hard.” Daddy kissed my forehead, smiling as I sighed. “She thinks hard work is more important than being a pretentious asshole.”
Grace had definitely met his family.
Giggling, I leaned over and curled into his chest as close as I could. “So that’s your way of saying she doesn’t think I’m a professional and she likes me?”
Laughing, he nodded. “Yes.”
He was such a brat.
“Are you ready to have dinner and tell me all about Dally’s family?” He couldn’t seem to decide if he was nervous about that or excited, which just showed how smart he was. “I have a lot of questions if I’m going to be prepared.”
Very smart.
“What everyone’s names are to start.” Daddy huffed when I snickered. “I need to make a chart of jobs, important information like marriages and divorces, topics I’m not supposed to bring up, and hobbies so I know what to bring up.”
Smart people were kind of scary.
“We can start on that tomorrow, but I really might have to make a chart so I remember everything?” There were a lot of them. “Dally’s mother didn’t make a present chart one year and she forgot one of his brothers at Christmas. She didn’t get him any presents. Luckily, he was old enough that he didn’t believe in Santa any longer but it was terrible.”
She’d felt so bad and she’d blamed Dally’s dad for months.
Somehow he was at fault even though she never let him plan Christmas because he bought too much and always bought what she thought were the wrong things. No one had the heart to point out how unreasonable that logic was…for several reasons.
“Yes.” Daddy nodded. “Lists are going to be important and if I’m supposed to contribute at Christmas, we’re going to start making that list now.”
It was April.
“Okay, Daddy.” He didn’t like waiting until the last minute. “I can do that.”
“Wonderful.” He actually looked relieved. “Once we have the list and information in place, we’ll hand some of that off to Grace. She’s very good at buying gifts unless you want to handle it.”
Before I could respond or figure out what to ask about his family’s stuff, his eyes went wide. “I didn’t have her buy anything for you, though. I have done all your shopping and will continue to do so in the future.”
Oh.
“Daddy? My toys are in the living room.” How had I just realized that? “What does she know?”
Leaning back, Daddy was very quiet for a few moments before he nodded slowly. “Yes, we can talk about that.”
He’d thought I’d already realized it.
“I…I’m not that big most of the time when we’re together at the house.” I was either little or we were naked. Neither of those times was a point when I used a lot of logic. “And the big times we’re having sex.”
Daddy frowned, clearly not having thought of it that way. “You’re right.”
It was fun watching him just figure something out, but he worked through problems fast.
“She doesn’t open any packages unless I’ve specifically asked her to or she’s ordered something for the house.” Daddy started at a good place and my heart rate slowed. “She understands my condition. It’s not something that I can always hide, especially when I’m home.”
Oh, I hadn’t thought about that either.
“I’m glad she understands.” I was trying to be subtle but Daddy laughed. “I don’t think. You always make me not think.”
I wasn’t stupid…he just turned my brain off.
“It’s okay. We should’ve talked about this, but I don’t know when it would’ve come up.” Shaking his head, Daddy sat straighter. “Never mind, we’re doing it now. Okay, she knows about my condition. She’s probably guessed that I’m on the more interesting side of things because I have restraints in my closet that she has to have seen.”
I wasn’t sure if I was glad about that or not.
“Well, if…if restraints don’t make her uncomfortable, then toys should be fine?” Hopefully, they’d be fine. “Um, has she said anything?”
“No.” Daddy blinked a few times. “But we do have wipes all over the house, Milo. She’ll notice eventually.”