Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Putting it that way had him going still again, but as he finished his oversized mouthful, he shrugged. “No, Daddies make lots of decisions.”
Reaching over, I ran my hand over his head. “But if I make a decision you don’t like, we need to talk about it, right? Safewords are for bigs and littles.”
He had to nod again, but he didn’t seem that confident about what he was agreeing with.
“Like, if I bought binkies and diapers and a bottle, you’d need to tell me if I liked something you didn’t.” That had Hunter nibbling on his bottom lip, but he slowly nodded. “You could say no binkies or you could say binkies are red.”
Giving him a clear out, I waited and took another bite of the pasta, which had turned out delicious even if I did say so myself.
“It’s okay if you like stuff.” The begrudging admission wasn’t giving me much to work with, but he didn’t seem as nervous, so I was counting it as a win. “Some Daddies do.”
“And some boys do.” Reaching over to squeeze his shoulder, I smiled and decided to change the subject. “And some boys like lots of veggies and no desserts. Is that you?”
Giggling, Hunter shook his head. “I like desserts. But I like green beans too.”
Well, at least that was a starting point. “I can’t wait to hear about everything that you like, Spidey.”
His pink cheeks and sweet smile said he didn’t mind that at all.
I just hoped the new path we were on was much smoother than our original start had been.
Chapter 4
Hunter
I didn’t want to be big…big was frustrating.
Just thinking about it as the movie ended had me pulling the blanket Daddy Robyn had given me over my head. If I stayed buried, I didn’t have to stop being little.
Those were the rules.
Blanket fort meant little.
Even tiny ones.
Daddy Robyn chuckled as the TV went quiet. “Hmm, I can’t decide if I have a tired little or a nervous big.”
Me neither.
I liked naps.
But big me had to work.
Sighing, I shrugged under my itty-bitty tent. “Both?”
The couch shifted, and I felt Robyn move closer. When he was right beside me but didn’t cross that last inch to actually touch me, I tilted over and crashed into him. He huffed, barely holding back a laugh as he wrapped his arms around me. “I think you’re supposed to say timber.”
Snickering, I snuggled closer, still feeling safe under the blanket. “Timber.”
Giving me a hug as he chuckled, he radiated happiness, not seeming to be bothered at all by my drama. “That’s better.”
He was ridiculous…but kind of funny. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” I felt him press his lips to my blanket-covered head and some of the tension started to ease out of me. He must’ve felt it because he started stroking one hand down my back as he spoke. “I hope your meeting later is more productive than mine was this morning…and a lot less frustrating.”
He had seemed stressed earlier…and not about something I’d said.
Inching the blanket down, I shifted so I was snuggled against his chest. “What happened? Or can you not talk about it?”
He scoffed. “I didn’t sign any kind of confidentiality agreement, but let’s say some people aren’t that bright and don’t understand math.”
Snorting out a laugh, I sat up, still curled in the blanket but now looking at Robyn. “You said you work with statistics and numbers? So for a politician that would be…what…like, survey data?”
Robyn nodded, looking at ease with shifting from Daddy to regular date. “Yes, companies and people like politicians collect mass amounts of data, but most people don’t have the skills to sort through it to find the trends and important pieces. It’s not something we teach kids in school.”
Considering all my math skills were related to cooking or party planning, he might’ve had a point. “You’re probably right. I can’t remember doing anything like that in school, but I have to admit in college I avoided math classes.”
I shrugged, blushing as he chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t feel bad about that. Most people do the same thing.”
“I can take a recipe and tell you how to adjust it to feed five people or five hundred, though.” That was a skill most people couldn’t seem to do based on how hard it was to hire new employees.
“That’s a very practical skill we should be teaching too.” Leaning back, he sighed. “That and basic manners. The wonderfully polite politician who smiles on cue for the cameras lost his shit when I said they hadn’t collected the data right and I couldn’t do anything with it.”
I winced, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “He who shall remain nameless also likes to nitpick over contracts that have already been signed and tries to nickel-and-dime people he works with.”
He’d been such a dick to so many people, he was having a hard time finding anyone to cater his events. He was getting desperate now because even I’d turned down future events, and we’d only been open two years.