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)
“That is definitely a Daddy job, but we’re going to try to focus on the stuff we remember first.” He shrugged as he took my hand. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not an idiot.”
“You’re very smart, Daddy.” Most of the time.
Sometimes he was just wrong.
“Thank you.” Daddy didn’t look like he believed me but he took me upstairs and didn’t pout for very long. “Pajamas, teeth, and then potty or potty, teeth, and then jammies?”
No.
No.
“Phone. Teeth. Jammies. Potty.” Daddy was too tired to think. I needed to put him to bed. “Phone because that’s the most important. I have to do my research. Teeth next because sometimes toothpaste is messy. Then jammies and potty last so I don’t have to wash my hands over and over or wake up in the middle of the night.”
I might’ve had too much to drink but my cup was amazing Daddy magic. I could forget it and tip it upside down or accidentally knock it over and there was never a mess. I should’ve known about them a long time ago.
Daddy made a thinking sound as we got to the big bedroom. “You have very good points. But once I’ve had more sleep and some time to think I might give you a counterargument.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Giving him a kiss to make him feel special even though he was wrong, I smiled. “You’re tired. It’s okay.”
Yes, he was too tired if he thought I was wrong.
I was a good boy, though, and didn’t tell him that. I let him be happy as he plugged in my phone and brushed my teeth and helped me find jammies. “You’re very good at letting me take care of you, little bug. But if you need to brush your teeth on your own sometimes, that’s okay with me.”
“No.” That was not how it worked. “You have to take care of me.”
I gave him lots of ways to do that so he would be happy and then I got to be happy because he took care of me. He’d said so and he’d agreed with the internet too. I wasn’t going to mess with the stuff that made us happy.
He was keeping me, so that was important.
Daddy cocked his head but finally nodded because he knew I was right. “Okay. I’ll take care of you.”
“Good. Then we’ll both be happy.” Daddy was tired, so it took him a second to understand I was right and then nod. “Jammie time, Daddy.”
He might’ve already forgotten.
I needed to make sure he got to sleep fast so he could be awake to make me breakfast in the morning. Cooking was dangerous when people were tired. They might set the oven on fire when they got distracted and forgot the muffins.
Daddy straightened but he still looked confused. “Yes. We have a plan and we know what to do.”
Yep, I needed to take care of him.
“You said I need a T-shirt and boxers. I remembered.” I was very helpful even when I was tired. “The internet said I needed different kinds of pajamas based on how I was feeling.”
He might not know that, so I told him.
“I can see how that would be very important.” Daddy kissed my head as he started digging through his drawers. “We could use it as an experiment too. Try out different kinds of jammies to see how they made you feel.”
Hmm.
I thought about that idea as Daddy took off my clothes and put me in my Daddy jammies. “But if I don’t like something, then that’s okay. Experiments are about getting information and sometimes they don’t turn out like you expect.”
Nodding, Daddy kissed my cheek as he put the boxers on me. “That’s right. We’ll plan out a good experiment.”
“I’ll make lists.” That would help. Oh, I needed to help. “Do you need jammies? Do you sleep as a person or a dragon? I would sleep as a dragon.”
Daddy was trying not to giggle because he was tired. “Well, I usually sleep naked in my human-looking form if that’s okay with you.”
“Yes.” The internet said a lot of Daddies slept naked, so I helped and reached for his clothes. “Potty time, Daddy. We have to get you ready too.”
Daddy chuckled, showing he was tired again, but he nodded as I took his shirt off. “Yes, cutie. That’s what we’re going to do.”
By the time I got his pants and undies off, Daddy’s penis was begging for attention but we had to go potty first. I thought ignoring it might make it go away but it was still swinging around when we went to the bathroom again.
“My turn first.” Maybe then his penis would get bored?
Daddy snickered. “You giving it looks isn’t helping the situation.”
“He likes attention.” I shrugged as Daddy led me to the potty and fished my penis out from my boxers. “Mine is tired.”