Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Lots.” We still got more fun next week too. “And then you get your other presents next week and the regular Christmas.”
Daddy’s smile looked silly and naughty at the same time. “Next week is going to be even more fun.”
I crossed my fingers making Daddy laugh.
“Even if your mother is too excited to behave, we’re going to have lots of fun there too.” Daddy gave me a kiss and opened the door. “We’ll have more presents and more wonderful food and lots more time to do nothing but relax.”
Daddy liked that.
He’d worked hard and needed to recharge his energy.
Being low was probably why it’d been so easy for him to get so angry.
Low batteries were dangerous.
“We’ll do lots of relaxing, Daddy.” Oh, we could do more now. “Let’s…let’s have more cake and cuddle.”
That would be very relaxing.
Daddy chuckled as he closed the door. “I know you’re not hungry, but is there even a tiny bit of room in your tummy for more food?”
Hmm.
“Cake is relaxing.” But my tummy was kind of full. “But we could…we could kiss. That’s relaxing.”
Daddy liked kisses.
Yep.
He got a big, big smile as he took the rest of our cake to the kitchen. “I think that’s a very good plan.”
I was so smart.
“Then we can play toys. That will be relaxing too.” Ruslan got me cars and Gary got me a big mat that had a town on it. My new mat rolled up and I could hide it when I wanted to. He was smart. “You can have the race car. Ruslan said you’d like that one.”
He’d thought and thought and thought about all the presents.
“That’s going to be fun.” Daddy came back to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “We’re going to have to make sure we don’t relax too much and end up taking a nap. It’s too late for that.”
Oh…yes…not too relaxed.
I shrugged, making Daddy smile bigger. “Not too much. We’ll stay awake.”
Daddy pretended to look thinky and confused. “You think we could make kissing so exciting we don’t fall asleep?”
“We’ll try.” Yep. “We’ll try really hard.”
Ha.
Hard.
“Are we going to try big hard?” Daddy tried to look serious and frowny as he took my hand so we could go upstairs.
No big kissing on the couch just in case.
“Do you think we can wiggle enough to make sure we stay awake?” Pretending to yawn, he opened his mouth big like a fish. “I might be too tired to wiggle.”
“I can wiggle.”
I was good at wiggling.
I was good at kissing.
I was good at making Daddy happy too.
Yep.
Kissing and wiggling and then more cake.
We had a great plan.
Chapter 19
Levi
That wicked giggle was the cutest thing ever, but the way his eyes sparkled as he tried to look innocent was hilarious.
“Are you willing to wiggle a lot?” He was radiating a mix of desire and sweetness that said we were on the same page with what wiggling and kissing meant, but I knew Chipmunk would make it obvious enough, I didn’t need to overthink it.
“I can do it.” Nearly bouncing with excitement, he was so careful on the stairs I knew the running commentary in his head was hilarious too. “I’m a good wiggler.”
Oh yes.
“I can’t wait for you to show me.” Pretending to yawn again, I sighed like I was climbing Everest instead of the stairs. “You’re going to have to do the work, though.”
He nodded so fast I was worried about whiplash, but he managed to keep his excitement in check until we made it upstairs. “I can do it. I’m a good helper.”
And an eager one too based on how he was nearly bouncing toward the bedroom.
“Thank you.” Kissing the side of his head and managing not to brain myself, I kept up the sleepy routine. “We had a long day already.”
Agreeing with me seemed easy for him. “Yep. We got ready. That was hard work. We ate lots and we opened presents and we were good boys and we didn’t get silly presents like sweaters. We made Angel smile and we had cake.”
I loved how making Angel smile was on his hard-work list, but he was right, they had made Angel smile.
Especially when they’d been deciding if they could paint him blue so he’d be Grumpy Smurf.
He’d nearly broken a rib trying to keep a straight face at their shenanigans and Chipmunk’s setting his meat on fire bit nearly killed him, but it’d been obvious how funny he thought they were. I was pretty sure Dante’s drama played into that as well. But I was going to have to explain that just being a dry individual in general did not mean grumpy.
Angel was just more like a fallen angel instead of the sweet ones Teddy was probably imagining, and my stress over the past few months hadn’t helped Chipmunk’s impressions of grumpy Doms.