Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Their family not his family.
Got it.
“We’ve clicked.” That was the blandest way I could say it, but she snorted, which I did my best to ignore. “I think a good way to say it is that we balance each other out.”
I was thinking about the BDSM aspects and how well we fit into each other’s world, but her eyebrows went up. “Really?”
Oops.
She’d been thinking about other things.
The other thing he’d been nervous about.
“My mother’s always been a bit worried that he wouldn’t find the right person.” She gave me a not-so-subtle side glance as she pretended to finish the grocery list.
It was very convincing, but she didn’t have Austin’s level of talent.
Or a nosy little’s level of skill either.
“She always knew he’d need someone special.” She went back to the pantry and looked at the flour for the third time. “He’s very happy around you.”
Somehow, she made that sound suspicious.
“I am very certain he’ll look just as grumpy as usual if we’re around other people besides family.” Austin made him very frustrated, so I didn’t think the happiness would randomly carry over everywhere. “And I’m confident he’s in his office growling at someone for doing something stupid.”
I could almost hear him rumbling through the house, but I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or not.
Sofie cocked her head, so I decided it might not just be me hearing things. “Yes, you have a point.”
That had to be a good thing, but she was back to subtly watching me.
Maybe it wasn’t a good thing?
“It’s just you he’s softened around.” She was trying to sound casual but she needed more classes.
“You need to practice being subtle. Austin can teach you if you ask nicely. He holds classes.” With some of the littles but I thought they could tone it down while she visited.
My response had her stopping midstep and barking out a laugh. “Yes, I can see why he likes you.”
Thank goodness.
“I like him.” And I wasn’t going to explain why because Daddy was not the let’s share type. “We get along and we have enough in common that I’m not worried.”
Rolling her eyes, she stopped pretending to be busy and just leaned against the counter. “Alright, I’ll stop being nosy.”
“Thank you.” That meant I could finish my muffin. “Your family has nothing to worry about.”
She snorted. “Bullshit.”
Possibly.
“Now I just have one last question.” She waited until I sighed and nodded. “So dramatic. I’ll keep it simple. Are you planning on making changes to the household?”
What.
The.
Fuck.
“No.” That was easy to answer. “No. Do not put me in charge of anything.”
Good grief.
She was trying not to laugh but was doing a poor job of it.
“D…” Shit. “Tyson said once we get to a more serious point in our relationship that I’ll get a room for myself. That’s the only thing I want to make changes to or have any power over.”
I was not taking charge of Daddy’s house.
Hard limit.
Yes, that needed to go on my list.
“Hmm.” Her frighteningly curious sound worried me, but it was the way she smiled as she wandered out of the room that made my nerves fire back up.
Women were scary.
Luckily, Daddy came to see me before she came back with more questions. “I’m sorry, baby.”
I managed not to look too relieved. “I saved you a muffin…”
Caught it.
Daddy flashed me a grin. “Thank you. Got distracted?”
Yes.
But not by what he thought.
“Nooo, I’m just very…sweet.” Nice? What was a good regular word for saying I was a good boy? “I was polite.”
Daddy’s chest jerked in silent laughter, but he didn’t give us away too badly. When he got his terrible sense of humor under control, he nodded slowly. “Yes, I’m glad you were polite.”
He was such a brat sometimes.
But we were going to get ourselves in trouble if we couldn’t find a normal conversation to have. “What should we do later?”
I was good with just curling up and watching a movie but I wasn’t sure what Daddy was thinking about. He was a bit more of a let’s do something kind of person. When I was little that energy seemed to be focused on taking care of me, but the plan was for me to be big while Sofie was around.
I liked being little, but all the sides of me were in agreement that it was big Desmond who was going to be in charge while she was around, not cute Dessie.
Plans should’ve been an easy conversation, but Daddy looked naughty. His grin was devilish and his eyes sparkled.
I’d made some kind of strategic error but I wasn’t sure what that was.
His silence dragged out but from the way his head cocked, he was thinking about how to say something. So clearly he knew that Sofie might be able to hear us too. After a few seconds, he nodded to himself. “I was thinking that we should try out the social club you belong to. I’d like to meet your friends.”