Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Bug guy needed help moving something.” Dean frowned as he looked at the front door. “I’m still scarred, so I wasn’t going to do it.”
“We don’t have to talk about it.” Because it gave Dean nightmares…me too. “We’re eating cheese and cookies and then watching cartoons.”
Dean looked over at me and frowned. “Did you leave something out?”
“No.” Shaking my head, I leaned forward so he wouldn’t see my stuff. “I got the important stuff.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “How about veggies and homework?”
Ugh.
“Nope. I don’t need those.” Hmm. “But thank you very much for asking.”
Some of my online people said manners were very important, so I was glad I hadn’t forgotten mine. Especially because they made Dean roll his eyes, but he didn’t tell me I was naughty. So they’d helped.
“We’ll see about that.” Dean was trying to look stubborn, but I just gave him a big smile because everyone said that helped too.
He shook his head.
Hmm.
The internet clearly hadn’t met Dean.
Trying to show him I was a good boy seemed like it would help, though, so I ate my cheese and crackers and my grapes and even some of my carrots.
“I ate some of my carrots. Can I have my cookies now?” One was some so that counted as telling the truth. “I need three more. I was really good. I might even need four.”
Or five if he walked away from the stove for long enough.
He was kind of guarding the cookies and kept pretending to clean the kitchen over and over. Dean might’ve been patient but I was sneaky, so I knew I could get more.
Once he moved.
Ugh.
He moved closer to me.
Dean was stubborn and smart as he walked over and looked at my plate. “You started off with five carrots and you have four. You ate one.”
“You counted my carrots? That’s naughty.” It was something. “It might be sneaky too. That’s not nice.”
Dean frowned and crouched down beside me. “Some Doms are spanking Doms that like their subs to kneel and they control things.”
Nodding, I was subtle and pushed some of the crackers over the carrots to hide them. I didn’t mind sacrificing crackers for the good of my cookies. “Like Tate.”
“That’s right.” Dean reached up and unburied my carrots. “And there are some Doms who make sure you eat your veggies and buy bathtub toys.”
“Like you.” I tried to push a carrot overboard and hide it under my plate but Dean just picked it up and put it back. “Oops.”
If I wasn’t smarter, I was going to have to eat the carrots.
“That’s right.” Dean kissed my cheek instead of fussing at me about the carrots but that was just him trying to make me feel guilty.
I didn’t have that about carrots, though.
“Have you heard of names for any Doms that like buying bathtub toys and who like buying fun pajamas for their boy’s birthdays and Christmas?” Dean was confused and stubborn.
So I ate one of my carrots.
He was being patient.
Oh dear.
I ate another.
Dean was still being patient and I’d run out of carrots when Tate finally came home. “Did you know he’s got—”
I was chewing slower and slower and it was all mushy in my mouth, but Tate was smart and shook his head as he shut the door and walked over before I gagged. “What are you two doing?”
Gagging.
I didn’t even know I could do that but carrots were yucky.
“Well, we were having a discussion and then Joel decided that voluntarily eating his carrots would be better than answering my question.” Dean wasn’t frowning or sighing, but he made me want to wiggle.
I needed more carrots, but since those were gone, I grabbed the last of my grapes. I’d been going to save those since they were the best on my plate but I had to sacrifice them. It was worth it, though, because I didn’t want Dean to worry.
Tate rolled his eyes and came over to sit at the table beside me. “Dean understands that he’s a Daddy. Do you know he’s a Daddy?”
Oh.
Chewing faster, I nodded and swallowed and didn’t even choke. “The internet said he might not know he’s a Daddy.”
“He didn’t at first but he figured it out.” Tate shrugged. “We just weren’t sure you knew you were a little.”
“I wasn’t but now I am.” It happened. The internet said so. “I got a Daddy in my life, so it made me little.”
Their heads cocked like cute puppies on the internet.
Oh, I wanted a tail.
Telling myself not to forget, I waited for them to think and nibbled on the last of my cheese like I was a cute little mouse.
Hmm, would I look cuter with a mouse tail or a puppy tail?
Puppy.
“Okay.” Tate nodded, finally understanding how it worked. “That’s right.”
For some reason Dean had to sigh before he nodded but that might’ve just been a Daddy thing. The internet said they were confusing when they first figured things out and their littles were supposed to be patient.