Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Was that a good idea?
“Your mother might not like us doing that in public.” At the very least she’d end up with weird questions. Orlando’s frown said he didn’t like that answer. Shit. “But how about I feed you the first bite? That’s very…very dating too.”
Was I allowed to say romantic when it wasn’t supposed to be real?
“Yes.” Orlando didn’t seem to mind the trade-off either way and gave me a beaming smile. “And you can order for me. Dates and Doms both can do that.”
Technically yes.
“As long as that would make you happy.” I wasn’t going to drive him insane just to put on a show for his nosy family. “Would—”
His wicked grin and naughty snicker had me pausing mid-sentence, but I had to admit it took me a few seconds to realize what I’d said.
“Not that kind of happy, Trippy.” As I sighed dramatically, it got even more giggles from the naughty boy. “Regular happy or we’ll get kicked out of the restaurant.”
And possibly arrested.
His delight over my word choice said he wasn’t thinking about the practical side of that kind of happy. “You’re naughty.”
“Me?” I huffed and blustered as I pretended to frown at him. “I’m boring. You’re the naughty one giggling over happy talk.”
Little Trippy found that hilarious and laughed so hard he nearly fell over. “Happy talk.”
Was thinking of happy talk with me that ridiculous or was my drama that funny?
Nope…I wasn’t even going to go down that rabbit trail…the answers might be too frustrating.
Chapter 7
Orlando
“No.” Daddy Bastian couldn’t make me. “Again.”
Daddy Bastian rolled his eyes. “No.”
“Yes.” I showed him my book. “I got more pictures.”
Ha. More coloring meant more movie.
He stopped grumbling and sighed.
I knew that sound from Enzo.
“That’s…” Daddy Bastian took a deep breath and did a Daddy thinking face. “Do you have another car coloring book?”
He was being sneaky.
“No.” Daddies were very, very sneaky…but I was smart. “I need more.”
Yes.
Smart. Smart. Smart.
“When can we go buy more?” Yes, that was a Daddy job. “I like buying but I have to be big and that makes it sad.”
Daddy Bastian could be big…he didn’t want me sad.
“We can go buy more tomorrow, but that means we need to save some just in case.” He shrugged when I pouted. “What happens if you run out and we can’t get to the store? We need to save some of the pictures so you can color them in later too.”
I didn’t like saving.
I liked coloring.
I liked movie car people and coloring cars and real cars.
“Now?” Terrence would say to be nice to get what I wanted. Nice meant cuddles and looking cute, I knew that because he’d told his friend. “We can ride in the nice car. I’ll be very neat.”
Daddy Bastian liked his car, so we had to be careful. But I didn’t have to be careful now, so I wiggled over and sat beside him and gave him Terrence’s gimmie what I want face.
“I won’t even bring a cracker or a sippy cup or dirt or anything.” I’d do a good job. “I like going and I like cars.”
Kind of.
Not as much as Daddy Bastian but no one liked cars as much as him.
He liked old cars and fast cars and little cars and funny-looking cars.
Oh, he groaned.
That was a Daddy defeat sound…Terrence said so.
“We definitely need to get you more coloring books and toys.” Daddy Bastian was getting weaker and weaker like a good Daddy should. “But we’re having our grown-up date tomorrow.”
He was still being sneaky.
“Little morning. Big later.” I shrugged. “I’m smart. I can do both.”
Ha.
He smiled. “You’re very smart…sneakily smart.”
“No…” That was what Daddies did. “I’m cute.”
Daddy Bastian leaned back and laughed. His great big belly sound, not the nice sound he did at family stuff. It lasted a long, long time until he leaned back on his hands and smiled at me. “You’re very cute. But we are not watching the movie again. So you have two options.”
Ugh.
“What kind of options?” I might like options. “Enzo would give Terrence kissing options or dessert options.”
He gave me his eyebrow look like I’d been naughty. But I wasn’t trying to sell him the silly car that didn’t work. “We need to find you some better influences to hang out with.”
“New friends?” He knew people. “You talk to people.”
Daddy Bastian groaned. “I talk to a lot of people.”
He kept talking to them even though he didn’t like most of them. “Little people?”
What kind of little people?
“You’re mine. I don’t have to share. You said so.” He’d promised, but I poked his chest to make sure he ’membered. “I didn’t forget.”
I did good.
Trying to hide his weird face, Daddy Bastian nodded and pretended he wasn’t a tiny bit confused and another tiny bit happy. “That’s right. I know you won’t forget.”
Daddy Bastian liked that I didn’t share.