Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Russie gave a half-shrug as I headed over to the fridge to see how we could dress up the box mix. “But we’re not rude, Daddy. We’re nice. We’re brave too.”
Lunch had definitely been very interesting.
“I agree. We’re very brave and nice.” And that meant we were okay with talking to my roommates about our relationship? “But we’re not going to be too nice and let people push us around.”
“I’m not under the table, Daddy. I’m brave.” Russie seemed to think that made perfect sense because he hunched over his coloring book and started to make a masterpiece. “Can we have dessert? I don’t got none, though.”
Had we eaten all the ice cream?
No, that didn’t sound right.
“Should I ask where the ice cream went?”
My question got a giggle. “No, Daddy.”
Ah.
“Then we’ll see what we can find for dessert.” Part of me wanted to tie treats to explanations because I had more than a few questions running around my head at the moment, but I knew better than to do that.
I’d send him a questionnaire instead.
Yes, that was a much better plan.
So as I dug out some leftover bacon and some sharp cheddar, I started organizing his new list of questions.
“Are we going to play or watch a movie after dinner?” Russie had volunteered a lot of interesting information but nothing about what he thought we should do for the rest of the evening. “I didn’t think we’d get to do anything tonight, so I didn’t plan anything.”
As I dug through what veggies I could find, Russie made a happy agreeing sound. “No meetings. No boring grown-up stuff. No meetings ’cause some people aren’t good grown-ups.”
It sounded like someone had dropped the ball on whatever they were supposed to be doing. But the singsong tone in Russie’s voice said it wasn’t him who’d screwed up, so I wasn’t worried. “You’re a very good little and a good grown-up. You’re amazing.”
I kissed his head as I walked past, getting a giggle from him. “Gonna be a good grown-up at Mac-n-Cheese club.”
Clearly, that idea was really funny and I couldn’t help chuckling along with him. “You are always very good at the club even when you have to be the judge.”
That got a very dramatic sigh. “Judging sad. And hard. And I miss the food. People are fast.”
I wasn’t sure if laughing made me a terrible Dom or a bad boyfriend, but he was too cute. “Yes, it’s hard and makes you sad, but you do a very good job.”
Even when the entries were questionable.
“But judging all done.” He sounded relieved as he announced that. “Party time and present time and food time…and brownie time?”
He was looking wonderfully sweet and hopeful as I glanced over. “Brownies, huh?”
Nodding earnestly, Russie gave me a big smile. “No pestering. No guessing. I’m your good boy.”
So because he wasn’t going to try to get me to tell him that I was his Secret Santa, he deserved brownies?
Sounded like reasonable little logic to me.
“Yes, I can make brownies for tomorrow.” I’d been planning on doing that anyway, but I wasn’t going to point that out since it just made me look like an amazing Daddy.
“Brownies.” Russie looked like I’d made his day. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome…and I’ll even make sure that you get some even if someone tries to distract you.” Like the flirty twins or anyone else who thought talking came first and food came second.
“Best Daddy ever.” Doing an excited wiggle, Russie focused back on his picture with a passion that made me want to grin. “Best Daddy gets best picture.”
“Thank you.” Giving him another head kiss, I tried not to get too distracted as I cooked and he colored.
By the time that our dinner was on the table and I had cookies in the oven, he’d wound down a bit and yawns were sneaking out even though it wasn’t late.
The weekend definitely needed to include at least one nap for my boy, so I made a mental note to work that in next time. No matter what scenes we did or the trips we went on, he couldn’t go into the week tired.
“Daddy work?” Russie carefully used two hands to grab his cup and finished the last of his milk.
“No, Daddy doesn’t have any homework tonight.” I’d been very productive earlier and that was working in my favor. “But Daddy does have lots of work on Wednesday and Thursday.”
That got a tiny pout from my drama queen but he nodded. “Good boy.”
“Yes, I know you’re going to be good but you can always send me texts and pictures, and you can see if Jacki wants to play?” I loved playing with him when he was little but I didn’t want to chase away his other relationships.
“Cookies?” Russie seemed to think that statement didn’t require elaboration.
I disagreed.