Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Paxton was definitely going to need a robe too.
That could wait until after he’d been fed, watered, and cleaned, though.
He wouldn’t let me do any online shopping before he got a drink and probably more food. The sticky and thirsty problems were on the top of his mind, but I knew that list could shift around at the drop of a hat.
So as I walked by the stove, I started preheating it to put a frozen pizza in later before moving quickly to the fridge.
One apple juice sippy cup later, I grabbed a bottle of water too and headed back to the bathroom.
“Big boys go potty by themselves, but do they get a shower? Do they turn on the water? Did the internet say so?” Making thinking sounds, he was turning in circles and looking around the bathroom when I walked in.
“Did you go potty?” I was pretty sure he had judging by his ramblings, but I wanted to make sure he hadn’t gotten distracted.
Why was he turning in circles?
“Do you know where my phone is? I have to check my big boy list.” His answer had things making a lot more sense.
“Daddy is here, so you don’t need your list.” Kissing his forehead, I handed him his cup before moving around him to turn on the water. “Big boy Paxton can turn on the water, but he needs Daddy to help him get cleaned up and to supervise. If Paxton is littler than that, he needs Daddy’s help to do anything in the bathroom.”
I knew he wouldn’t drown, but he’d get distracted and we’d end up with the water bill from hell.
“Okay.” He proved me right by immediately turning over the cup. “Oh. Look.”
Yep, supervision required.
“It won’t spill and it won’t get water in it while you get cleaned up.” My shower was badass, so by the time I’d set the bottle of water down on the counter and stripped off my robe, it was ready. “Careful in the shower. We’re not going to fall because we’re not paying attention.”
He was still trying to work out the mechanics of the cup and looked up at me and frowned. “Huh?”
He just kept proving me right.
“Shower time.” Moving the cup toward his lips, I kept him on track. “One good sip and then we’re going to step in the shower. You’re sticky and hungry.”
That reminder had him looking down at his tummy, although from my perspective it looked like he was making sure his cock was still there.
I managed not to laugh, but he kept testing the limits of my self-control when he glanced back at me and frowned. “It’s sad.”
Reminding myself he was not talking about his soft cock, I nodded. “It’s hungry. Juice will make it feel better for a little while.”
I was a badass Daddy.
Paxton finally took a sip and rewarded his tummy so it wasn’t sad any longer, and he actually managed to get into the shower without killing himself or me. It was amazing and he thoroughly enjoyed being able to take his juice with him. “Look, Daddy. No water.”
He shoved the cup under the spray and showed me the wonderful trick that kept his juice safe.
“It’s magic.” Grabbing the bodywash, I squirted some in my hand and nodded toward his cup. “Another sip. We have to make your tummy happy.”
And for him to keep talking about being thirsty, he had to be really thirsty…otherwise he would’ve already forgotten about it because he had the attention span of a rabbit at the moment.
“Not.” He made me wait as he took another sip and I started scrubbing his chest. “Magic.”
Not magic.
“Are you sure?” Making a teasing frown, I shrugged as I worked my way lower to get all the cum off. “It looks like magic to me.”
Shaking his head as he sucked down another sip, he made his feelings clear even before he took the cup out of his mouth. “No. Toy magic. Not big magic. Daddy big magic. The crazy men are big magic.”
Frowning, he ignored the fact that I was cleaning his soft dick and leaned forward to stare at me. “The baker?”
“Oh yeah.” I was pretty sure he was using magic to cheat and make his muffins lighter but I couldn’t prove it.
Paxton sighed. “Big magic. Everybody has magic.”
Mumbling to himself as I slipped my hand between his legs, he frowned. “Daddy has magic? Naughty great-great-great something?”
That man had been a something all right.
But ignoring his inability to keep his penis in his pants, I nodded and focused on the more appropriate side of the story. “Yep. Grandpa Murray liked saying hi to everyone.”
Regardless of gender or ability to have children.
He hadn’t been very smart but he was supposed to have been very nice to everyone, and he was the reason I was distantly related to half the fucking mountain.