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)
“Smart Daddies are nice, but I don’t want to worry about you.” Charlie said that so sweetly it took me a minute to understand what he was trying to say.
Oops.
“Talk to Austin first?” Yes, then I couldn’t be responsible for sharing anything I shouldn’t. “But I promise I’m fine. Austin introduced us because Daddy doesn’t mind interesting littles and he gives me lots of attention.”
That seemed to make Charlie happier, but I still decided he needed a distraction. “Let’s go peek over the railing and see what Daddy’s doing. The twins are probably being naughty.”
Grinning, Charlie nodded. “Yes, let’s go look.”
Quickly explaining what we were doing to his Daddy, we snuck out of the playroom and sat on the floor by the stairs so we could peek through the bars on the railing. We couldn’t see Austin’s office, so I told my tummy it wasn’t allowed to get cranky.
Charlie was a good distraction that time, though. “Look.”
Daddy had almost managed to get our milk without getting caught. He had a tray filled with sippy cups of milk and looked like he’d known right where they would be, but the twins seemed like they’d met him right outside the kitchen door.
Daddy knew everything.
He was amazing.
“What are they saying?” They were smiling and probably being naughty, but they weren’t being loud enough to hear.
They needed to learn they had to flirt louder.
“I don’t know.” Charlie was studying them closely while he whispered. “Oh, Papi Tyson said something.”
Something that made the twins’ eyes widen.
“Daddy was naughty.” I couldn’t help giggling as Charlie nodded, looking nervous and nosy at the same time. “What do you think he said?”
I wasn’t worried. I was more than enough for Daddy to take care of because I was already a handful, but I thought it was sweet that Charlie looked over at me before he answered. “Um, well, maybe he knows something about who they’re curious about?”
“Oh.” That was a good idea. “Daddy knows everything. He likes knowing stuff.”
And having privacy.
“He has to know something good for the twins to look like that.” It took a lot to startle them because they were more of a handful than I was. “Should we warn Austin they’re probably going to end up doing something ridiculous?”
Charlie snickered. “No.”
He was so naughty.
That was one of the reasons I liked playing with him so much.
“Oh, Daddy never mentioned anything about Papa Ansel’s tattoos. So if you ever want to surprise him, you should color.” That had Charlie going five different shades of red, but he didn’t hide.
He giggled.
He liked his Daddy’s tattoos and he liked making them pretty with his special markers.
“You two like teasing each other.” Charlie was still really pink, but he didn’t seem stressed and he wasn’t looking at his Daddy, who was standing in the doorway. “Your Daddy looks grumpy but he’s not.”
“Oh, he’s grumpy.” There was no reason to lie about that. “He’s done some interviews where he nearly takes the reporter’s head off and you should’ve heard him earlier on a work call.”
Daddy hadn’t been happy about those shenanigans at all.
“But I’m special and I keep him from working too much. I’m kind of an attention whore, but he wouldn’t know what to do with a little as sweet as you.” Daddy needed some spice in his life.
But not the twins level.
That would just be scary and overwhelming because Daddy worked too much to deal with them. Even Austin said they were high maintenance.
I was being serious but Papa Ansel started coughing, so I pointed back at him and smiled. “See? Your Daddy knows it too.”
“What does Charlie’s Daddy know?” Suddenly my Daddy was there, but I remembered our milks and didn’t tackle him.
And I remembered the stairs too.
“That I’m…that I need lots of attention and you like giving me attention, Daddy. So we’re perfect.” I was looking very innocent but Charlie giggled and his Daddy rolled his eyes.
Tattletales.
“And you remembered to use nice words and talk sweet about my monkey, right?” Daddy raised one eyebrow and didn’t seem to believe me when I nodded. “Of course you did.”
I didn’t think I’d been mean, so it wasn’t a lie.
I was an attention whore and I’d found someone who liked to give me attention. There was nothing wrong with that, and it was an accurate description in the dictionary and everything…and not even the naughty dictionary.
I was a good boy and didn’t look there, but I couldn’t be blamed if Austin had it up on his phone.
“You like giving your monkey attention, Daddy.” I shrugged since it couldn’t be helped. “You said so. And you said that you’re going to make me a playroom. So that’s even more attention.”
The giggles behind me said the other littles knew what getting a playroom meant.
Daddy was going to keep me.
He huffed and rolled his eyes again. “You’re trying to steal the good boy status. It was my turn.”