Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Hmm…
“But he’s not my student, and he likes mac-n-cheese, and he’d probably cook for me.” Oh, cooking. “Yay, almost done.”
Hopping up from the table just before the ding—I beat it—I finished getting my yummy dinner ready. Lots of goodies and lots of dippy stuff…oh, and a napkin.
“He’d probably make me eat lots of veggies if he’s really a Daddy, but I guess that would be okay.” Frowning and thinking and frowning and thinking, I got my dinner nice and pretty. “But desserts cancel out veggies so maybe he’d make me cupcakes?”
I’d eat lots of veggies for cupcakes.
Baking was hard. It was like the measury kind of science and everything had to be perfect or it was like eating rocks.
Or it got bigger and bigger and bigger and set the oven on fire.
Yeah, Daddies were supposed to be bakers, not cute littles.
“Not Mac-n-Cheese Man either.” Hmm, would Daddy Dante like superheroes too? “He likes cheese. He likes making pizza. He likes littles.”
Yeah, he’d like superheroes…but would he really like me?
Well, my students liked big me.
Jacki liked little me.
Dante liked big me.
“He talks to me a lot at the club.” That had to be a good thing. “And he likes cooking me stuff. He made sure I got the pizza kind last week.”
Maybe that meant he’d like to take care of me?
Dip.
Chomp.
Dip.
Chomp.
Dinner got over too fast but then I was very good and cleaned up my mess, but that didn’t help me decide what to do about Daddy Dante.
I had a feeling this was a Daddy job, but I didn’t have a Daddy yet.
I was just gonna have to borrow Jacki’s.
Taking my phone to the couch, I curled up with my soft blanket and hit the typy talky buttons.
Jacki’s Daddy? What do I do about Daddy Dante?
I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
They were probably doing naughty stuff, so I decided to watch cartoons, but before I’d even found a good show to watch like the puppies, my phone went beep, beep, beep.
I’m going to tell him to come down and play with you. I think he’d like to color and watch cartoons.
Yep, that’d been a Daddy decision.
And make me dessert?
That was important too.
That will be up to Daddy Dante but I think he can be bribed with cuddles or cheek kisses.
Giggling, I shook my head ’cause he was naughty.
I like dessert.
I could almost hear Jacki laughing ’cause I knew he’d be talking to his Daddy.
Jacki says you’re a naughty boy and that he thinks you should cuddle Daddy Dante.
Jacki was naughty too.
But don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, cutie. Just play with Daddy Dante and don’t worry about anything else.
That was the rules. I’d be smart and ’member.
Yes, Jacki’s Daddy.
He sent me back a smiley face and looked like he was giggling.
Okay, Daddy Dante is going to come over. When he rings the bell just open the door and he’ll come in and play. Why don’t you pick out a show or find your crayons while he walks down?
He was so close I wouldn’t even have to be patient.
Yes, Jacki’s Daddy. I’ll be good.
So I could get dessert.
Silly boy.
That made me giggle, but I didn’t get distracted. I found my crayons and my coloring books and I even found the puppy show. I was the smartest boy ever ’cause I ’membered everything.
Then Daddy Dante came.
“Ding dong. Ding dong.” No running. “Got to look big at the door just in case.”
Especially ’cause the man who kept trying to sell me new internet got nervous fast.
Some men were not meant to be Daddies, but Daddy Dante was standing there smiling and didn’t look wiggly nervous and he’d even brought ice cream.
Yay.
“Hello, Daddy Dante.” Yes, had to be nice and make sure he knew my colors and I knew his colors. If I was polite, I’d get ice cream. “I use stoplight colors. Do you? Did Jacki’s Daddy tell you I liked ice cream?”
Daddy Dante laughed and nodded. “He mentioned that you might be thinking about dessert when he told me you wanted to play.”
I nodded, trying to see if it was just chocolate or was chocolate with stuff in it. “I like dessert.”
That made him chuckle but he didn’t come in and he didn’t show me the ice cream. “I hope it’s alright that I came down to play with you?”
Consent.
Yes, had to tell Daddy Dante he could come play.
“I talked to Jacki and then Jacki’s Daddy once they were done being naughty and Jacki’s Daddy said he’d tell you it was okay to come down and play.” I shrugged. “It was a Daddy decision, so I let Jacki’s Daddy do it. I just borrowed him, though. Jacki doesn’t mind.”
Daddy Dante nodded slowly. “I’m glad you talked to a Daddy who helped you make the decision. Jacki’s Daddy said that you wanted to play and asked if I wanted to come over. I did. But I want to make sure you agreed with it.”