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)
Snickering, he shook his head but it was more of a you’re so ridiculous kind of thing. “I’m glad we both agree on that part, but we’ll have to find other ways of exploring it. I haven’t claimed my omega yet.”
Oh.
Being bent over and—
For fuck’s sake.
“Again?”
This was getting ridiculous, and while Bastian’s frown was actually kind of sexy, he agreed with me. “Fucking hell.”
“Bastian!” We both winced as my mother’s voice came through the window at the front of the house. “What’s wrong with Orlando? Is he sick?”
“Good grief.” What fresh hell had I landed in? “Tell me that I’m still asleep. Please?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll lie to you when it’s appropriate but this isn’t one of those times.” His sigh and ridiculous answer almost made me laugh. “She might actually come through the window and you need to understand the reality we’re dealing with.”
She would.
“I think it’s time to change my clothes, Daddy.” I wasn’t sure I was dressed right to deal with her kind of crazy and Bastian’s groan said he realized that. I didn’t like the way his mood was shifting, though, so I wiggled and aimed to look cute again. “I’m not sticky but I don’t know how to describe it.”
Chuckling, Bastian tried to look serious but he failed at it. “Don’t distract me.”
“Hmm?” Cocking my head, I gave him a very well-done confused expression. “I can’t distract you now, Daddy. But I can be a good distraction after I let you save the day.”
Shaking his head, he leaned down and kissed my nose. “Your family is insane.”
Yep.
Because she was still a nuisance and was calling out for Bastian.
“Stubbornness is a good trait and the way we hyperfocus means I won’t cheat or ever want to leave you.” My helpful answer had him rolling his eyes. “I can promise that I’m not as nuts as she is, though.”
He narrowed his gaze at me and raised one eyebrow. “You’ve got your own brand of interesting, Trippy.”
Hmm.
That needed another innocent face. “Me? No, Daddy.”
I gave him a cheek kiss before he straightened, but he was all business before I could figure out my next strategy.
“Alright, clean undies. Clothes that look more grown-up. Then we’ll handle your mother and then we’ll make pancakes.”
Hmm.
“You’ll make pancakes. I mangle them.” I don’t know how it happened but it did. “I know how to grill and can cook a steak. I’m not useless.”
I just couldn’t do anything that didn’t involve fire.
“Your father strikes again.” Bastian shook his head as he grabbed my feet and tugged me over to the side of the bed.
I nodded as I laughed and let him start undressing me. “And my mother. She kept insisting that I’d get married and my wife would take care of that kind of stuff.”
Bastian rolled his eyes but was very efficient as he took my pajamas off. “You need a Daddy to take care of you, not a wife.”
Oh yeah.
“We need a different way to describe your role, though, Daddy.” I wasn’t going to be the one to explain that to her. “I’m not sure what she’d think if I called you Daddy. We need Terrence to do that first and then I can do it.”
I was going to let Enzo deal with that chaos.
Laughing, Daddy nodded as he reached for my diaper. “I think that’s a great plan.”
Giving me a curious glare, he distracted me a bit as he looked completely normal as he took off my wet diaper. “I’m pretty sure he started all this too.”
I’d told him that, right?
“Alright. The wipes are in a bag in the living room and I’m not going out there to get them without being ready to greet your mother.” Helping me sit up, he kissed my forehead. “Quick shower to make sure you’re all clean. Don’t wash your hair, that will look suspicious.”
He was good at this.
“We’ve got a few things to talk about once we chase her off, though.” Bastian looked a bit too suspicious, so I kissed his cheek and made a mad dash to the bathroom.
Terrence said sometimes retreat was the best strategy.
Chapter 20
Bastian
Good grief.
She just kept going.
I wasn’t sure if Orlando’s explanation of why their stubbornness was a positive trait was a good one or not, but I was going to do my best to believe it while I dealt with her insanity.
“Shower faster.” He’d already been in there thirty seconds and she was going to let herself in if I’d forgotten to lock the back door. “I laid out the dark blue T-shirt with your pants from last night on the bed.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” My huff got a laugh out of him. “Bastian. Yes. Bastian.”
He was definitely going to fuck up the name versus title thing before Terrence.
“Bastian says wash your dick and get out of the shower. I think you’re playing with it at this point.” Considering his snicker, I was probably right. “This is your mother. Once I open the door she’ll try to barrel in.”