Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“Oh yes,” I replied with a smile, and his eyes actually twinkled. He didn’t know it, but he was describing my very fantasy of finding a gentle boy with a feminine flair; someone who valued sweetness and care. “And I bet you’d look beautiful with nail polish on.”
Andy was so close that I felt air pull against my cheek when he gasped. “Really?”
“Really. And a glittery top, too. Clothes are just like toys; they shouldn’t be gender-specific, but should make us happy. We can use them to express ourselves, and they help us feel more comfortable in our skin. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look pretty. And you, little duckling, are gorgeous.” The name came naturally to my lips; he was cute, soft, and in need of someone to follow, like a precious baby duck.
Andy’s cheeks burned brightly and I worried that I’d embarrassed him, but a sweet smile pulled at his lips and he whispered, “I like that.”
I winked and leaned back on my stool to look him over as I asked, “How is your stomach feeling now?”
He dropped my hand to put his palm against his abdomen and smiled. “Really good. Instead of feeling squeezy, it feels like it's dancing inside." Andy seemed excited to be talking about his interests, and finding acceptance for them. He added with a giggle, "And rumbly." Now that he was more comfortable, I saw more of his little side peeking out.
"It sounds like you're ready for dinner," I smiled. "I'd love to take you out if that's okay with you."
Andy's eyes widened again, but before he could answer, Joey piped up with, "Aw, but we were going to play together."
Ian gave his boy an understanding smile before turning to me. "The boys are welcome to play at our place. If you don't mind watching over them, I'm happy to cook."
I had much appreciation for my friend; he knew I couldn't be away from my mate, so he invited me along without missing a beat. I was happy to go to his place; my own apartment was not prepared to entertain my boy. I had no toys on hand, yet way too many medical devices lying around. I was also sure that Ian would welcome a break from his rambunctious boy, and Joey loved any company.
Only one approval was still needed. I asked Andy, "Do you mind if I come hang out with you and Joey? I'd really like to spend more time with you." It wasn't just a desire; it was a necessity. My soul could never be happy or at peace away from him.
"I'd like that too," he replied with a bashful smile.
"Great!" Joey exclaimed, leaping from his seat. "Let's go!"
Chapter Three
Andy
“Here we are!” Joey said as his Daddy opened the door to their apartment, and my friend dragged me inside by my hand. It was much different from my own place I shared with Dalton, which was small and only filled with necessities.
This place was huge, and so inviting. Everything looked soft and welcoming, from the puffy furniture to the shaggy carpet beneath my feet. Photos of Ian and Joey lined the walls, and there were toys strewn across the living room.
“I didn’t have time to pick up my toys before we came to get you,” Joey explained when he saw me eyeballing them. He shrugged and added, “I’ll get them later. Right now, I want to show you my playroom!”
“Hold up,” Ian said with a chuckle before Joey could drag me again. “Before you play, I need to ask Andy something.” He turned his kind eyes on me and asked, “Do you have any food allergies?” I shook my head no. “Okay, great. What do you like to eat?”
“I like everything,” I answered honestly. I had never met a food I didn’t enjoy.
“Well, that makes my job easy,” he chuckled again. “I’ll find us something yummy and call when it’s ready.”
“Thanks, Daddy!” Joey cried as he pulled me across the floor again.
I was excited to see his playroom and have fun with him, but somehow, I was even more excited to spend time with the handsome doctor who helped me. I looked over my shoulder to make sure he was following us, and found him right behind me wearing a beautiful smile.
I’d never seen someone so gorgeous in my life; he was tall and had wide shoulders, but he wasn’t intimidating. He was kind and gentle, and made me feel at ease. His icy blue eyes were full of compassion and understanding when he looked at me. And his gray bristly beard and hair made him look distinguished and wise.
I wasn’t sure how old he was, especially if he was a vampire, which I assumed he was since he worked in the coven apartments. I knew that vampires were immortal beings, and aged differently than humans, so he could be any age. For that matter, so could Joey. But I didn’t care. These people were my friends, and their kindness was the only thing that mattered to me.