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)
With that decision out of the way and a happy boy in my arms, I kissed his nose and gave him a quick hug. “Alright, naps tomorrow and bubbles now. Let me go get your stuff.”
“Yay.” He started bouncing around the small room again as soon as I released him, fully little and ready for toys and bubbles. “Bath and bubbles and cookies, oh my.”
As he started singing that on repeat, I went back into the bedroom shaking my head. “There’s nothing scary about cookies.”
That kept the song going even longer but it also got laughter mixed in which made it sound even more ridiculous.
“If the bubbles are scary, I’ve done something wrong.” As more laughter filled the bathroom and echoed out into his bedroom, I opened my suitcase and dug out the smaller bag I’d carefully locked. It would’ve gotten me flagged going through the airport, but for a trip home it worked perfectly.
“Oh.” Chipmunk’s awed tone had me looking up from where I was rolling the numbers on the lock to release it and I laughed as he ran over, already naked and ready to get in the tub. “My stuff?”
“Yes, locked up tight.” So he would have as much privacy as I could give him. “I’ve got pajamas and your coloring books too.”
I couldn’t bring everything on this trip, but I’d figure out a better system for the next one.
“I’m special, Daddy.” Being special got me more kisses and a very happy boy who was bouncing around with a half-hard cock who couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to play or not. “Bubble time and jammies.”
“That’s right.” Pulling out jammies and training pants to go with the bathtime goodies, I piled everything up. “Let’s go. Have fun.”
“Yes. Fun.” Bunny hopping to the bathroom got more laughter from him but that was because his front tail kept bouncing too. “Fun.”
I was just shaking my head and trying not to laugh as I turned on the water, but his excitement was too infectious. “Hmm…funny boy maybe.”
Snickering, he rocked his hips side to side. “Funny tail.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted to get more laughter from him as I poured in the bubble bath. “Don’t tails go on the back?”
“Pup tails go on the back.” He waved his around a few more times. “Boy tails are on the front, Daddy.”
“Ah, my mistake.” Getting everything ready and making sure his towel was in easy reach, I got just distracted enough that I had no idea what he was doing when he sprang up behind me and started pulling up my shirt. “What?”
Trying to turn around wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been because he was a stubborn little gremlin who was dead set on getting me naked. “What are you doing, Chipmunk?”
When I could finally see his face, his expression said he thought I was an idiot. “Bathtime, Daddy. I’m your helper.”
Oh.
Oh.
Well, we had talked about Daddy getting in the tub if it’d been big enough…and this one was big enough. “Are you sharing your bubbles with me?”
“Yes.” Clearly glad I wasn’t as dumb as I looked, he smiled and kissed my cheek. “Good boy, Daddy.”
I knew my job and rolled my eyes. “Good Daddy, Chipmunk.”
And the giggles were back, but they weren’t distracting enough to keep him from his goal…getting me ready for the tub.
My dick couldn’t decide how excited he was supposed to be for this development and Chipmunk’s snickers and not-so-subtle glances weren’t helping my confused cock. “Bubble time. Playtime. Daddy time.”
That wasn’t nearly as clarifying as he seemed to think it was.
Chapter 22
Teddy
Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
Bubble time.
Playtime.
Daddy time.
Penis time.
“Found it.” He’d been hiding under clothes.
Daddy laughed and groaned. “It wasn’t lost. He was just being good.”
Oh no. Penises should always be naughty.
“Good boy.” Pat. Pat. Pat. “Bubble time, good boy.”
Daddy huffed and puffed and got his frowny face. “I don’t know what to call him but it’s not a good boy.”
He was so silly.
“Not a girl.” I shrugged. Hmm. I was smart. I knew words. “Good penis?”
No.
Daddy groaned and slouched and pouted at the bubbles. “Okay, good boy it is.”
“Hmm…” Think. Think. Think. Ha. Naughty little bear. “Um, noble member?”
Ha. I was smart.
Words.
Words.
Words.
Words were fun.
“Wholesome willy?”
Hmm.
Rhymes.
Rhymes.
Rhymes.
“Worthy willy?” Pat. Pat. Pat. “Yes, worthy willy. Hi, willy.”
“No.” Daddy choked and coughed and choked and coughed. And oops. Daddy almost went down. No falling. Careful by the tub or we got bumps. “Not that.”
He was so silly.
“Happy penis?”
Daddy had the giggles.
“You’re a menace.” Daddy tried to frown but his giggles kept escaping. “Fine. He’s a good boy. Are you happy?”
Haha.
“I got happy penis.” Ha. I was so funny he coughed again.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Pat the back.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Pat the back.
“You okay, Daddy?” Wide eyes. Worried face. “Is your penis happy?”
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
“Brat.” Daddy’s mouth frowned but Daddy’s eyes laughed. “Bubble time.”
I was so funny.
“Bubbles.” Kiss. Kiss. “Sharing is caring.”