Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
More laughter followed as Kenzie pressed his face into my neck. “I have pirates, Daddy.”
Little Kenzie had toy pirates.
“You do? Show me.” Kissing his cheek as he straightened, I could see little Kenzie coming to the surface.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of Boyd’s stress or if the pirate thing was funnier than I’d realized, but it seemed like he’d slipped right into being little.
He’d been halfway to being little after his shifting earlier, though, so it could’ve been any number of things. “Should we play before dinner?”
The plan had been to have dessert and watch a movie afterward, so playing before we ate seemed like a good plan.
“Can we?” Rocking back and forth on his toes, the last of grown-up Kenzie quickly faded. “I was a good boy. I ate. I worked. I said no-no to Grumpy Gus.”
That seemed to be Boyd, so I did my best not to laugh. “You were wonderful today, cutie.”
Smiling widely, Kenzie nodded. “Daddy’s dragon. Daddy’s cute dragon.”
Giving him a quick forehead kiss, I nodded. “The cutest dragon with the best hoard. Let’s go play with your toys.”
Part of me wanted to bang my head against the wall for missing out on so many of the obvious clues Kenzie had given me.
Fuck. He’d even said he was a dragon.
He’d talked about his hoard.
Part of me questioned how smart I really was, but in my defense, he’d been little when he’d talked about being a dragon and having a hoard. Most things littles said should not be taken literally. That was just something every Daddy knew.
But Kenzie always had to do things his own way.
“Yay. Hoard time.” Kenzie bounced and then grabbed my hand, dragging me through the house toward the bookshelf that hid the entrance to his hoard.
Secret passages to protect his hoard.
Yep, should’ve realized that was important.
“Good work, Daddy?” As he opened the doorway, he smiled at me and bounced again. “Helper?”
Deciding he was asking about my day, I nodded. “Yes, I was a good helper and didn’t even fuss at all the nosy people who came by today to ask me how I was doing.”
Giggling, Kenzie dragged me over to a box in the corner before plopping us down. “Curious.”
“Yes, they were definitely curious but they also brought food and snacks and one very frustrated teenage boy brought a potted plant. He said his mother made him bring it and he was supposed to ask me how I was doing.” That’d been one of the more interesting visits.
Cuddling closer, Kenzie looked very suspicious and not quite human as he climbed on my lap, eyes sparkling as he frowned. “Kenzie helps Daddy.”
Was he jealous of other people bringing me food?
Kissing his cheek, I leaned my forehead against his and gave him my full attention. “Kenzie makes Daddy the best goodies and takes very good care of his Daddy.”
The next World War was going to start over a jealous dragon if I wasn’t very careful.
“You are the best helper and I love all the desserts you make me.” Running my hand down his back, I kept my gaze on his. “You take very good care of me and I belong to Kenzie the cutie.”
“I Daddy’s dragon.” Nodding slowly as I eased back, Kenzie looked slightly less frustrated. “Daddy mine.”
“That’s right.” Was it a regular jealous thing or a someone was threatening his hoard thing? “I belong to Kenzie, the cutest dragon ever.”
He’d said several times that he was keeping me.
Was that more literal than I’d realized?
Fucking cultural minefields.
“Keeping Daddy.” It seemed like a warning, but I could see his muscles relaxing and feel him calming down as he curled into me, resting his head on my shoulder again. “Daddy mine.”
“Yes, I’m all yours.”
Why argue with a jealous dragon when I was exactly where I wanted to be?
Chapter 22
Kenzie
“Why is eating cupcakes always messier than making them?” Daddy always asked very good questions.
“Um, ’cause they’re yummy?” I held up my fingers. “Help?”
I had icing on my fingers and my plate and my napkin and my Daddy.
Oops.
There was sparkly chocolate everywhere.
“No more touching…no more touching anything, cutie.” Daddy wrapped his hand around my wrists and held me still. “No more touching.”
Daddy scrunched his face up and cocked his head. “You have icing in your ear. How did you do that? I was watching you.”
“Magic.” Yes, the mages did it. “Mages naughty, Daddy.”
Nodding, Daddy frowned. “Yes, we’ll have to watch them more closely.”
Daddy was so smart.
“More cupcakes?” I wiggled my fingers and laughed as it made his eyes big big. “Already dirty, Daddy.”
He huffed, trying to look stern and scary. “I don’t think more cupcakes is a good idea.”
That no?
“Small, Daddy.” Had to look cute cute. “Special for Daddy.”
Oh, Daddy was going to say yes.
“Well, we could have another cupcake, but I was thinking that my little dragon could have a bubble bath before we watched Pete’s Dragon.” Daddy shrugged and looked kind of frownie. “Does my little dragon like bubbles?”