Mischief and Mates (Blue Ridge Magic #4) Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Blue Ridge Magic Series by M.A. Innes
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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Whew.

Daddy looked around and got thinky again. “How about you show me around inside and tell me about all the things you like playing? That way I’ll know what toys Erin might want to bring and you can tell me what you think she might like even if you’re not little.”

Hmm.

“She can play with my toys even if I’m big and boring, Daddy.” Yes, I could share toys and friends. “And…and you can tell her that even if I’m nervous, she can play and be brave.”

Daddy made a frowny face. “It’s brave just to tell her about your little side and share toys. Is that clear? I won’t have you talking bad about my mate.”

I was his mate.

He was so silly.

But I played the naughty game and nodded, pretending to be serious. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be nice to him. He’s brave.”

Kind of.

But I wouldn’t tell Daddy that part. It was like crossing my fingers so I didn’t have to be all honest. I could just be a tiny bit honest that way. Lorne said so and Kenzie had agreed with him, so it had to be true.

“Good.” Daddy rubbed my nose and when I sat up and gave him a hug, he was back to being smiley again. “I’m glad we understand that.”

He was silly.

“Yes, Daddy.” He was so cute I kissed his cheek. “Let’s show you where my snacks are first.”

My tummy agreed with that idea and rumbled, making Daddy laugh. “Yes, snack time and then we’ll have the rest of our tour.”

Snack.

Tour.

Toys.

Trailer.

Ha, those words were funny together.

“Then we’ll put your little house where it belongs and we’ll pick out places for my toys.” As I carefully climbed off the big swingy bench so I didn’t fall, Daddy made a thinky sound.

“Where do you think my little house belongs?” Daddy sat up and stretched like a big sleepy bear. “You have a big driveway.”

Yep, ’cause the magic said so.

“This way, Daddy.” Pulling his hand, I hurried him faster around the side of the house. “See? The electrician man said this is helpful.”

I pointed to the big special plug the man had put in by the tiny first driveway. “My house is old, old, old and I got it fixed. The mage man electrician man was frowny and magey but he said a big plug was important and he even had his special friend give me a big water thingy.”

Even big me couldn’t remember what their real names were because they weren’t plants or flowers or trees or toys.

Daddy frowned before his mouth dropped open like I’d given him a special present. “Baby boy, these are the right things for me to plug the trailer into the house. This way it can have all the power it needs and water. This is perfect.”

Magic.

Mate magic.

Daddy chuckled and shook his head. “Let me guess, a few months ago you just had to get the wiring fixed?”

Nodding, I swung his hand. “It went pop and poof and the box on the house got sad. So I got it fixed. But Kenzie’s real dad…his regular one, not his Daddy…he’d said a while ago that it was going to go poof and so I saved up poof money. He was right. He’s right about stuff like that all the time.”

“Does Kenzie’s father build things?” Daddy looked around at the house like it would talk. “Is he a handyman?”

“He builds things.” Swinging Daddy’s hand, I took him around to the porch again ’cause I was hungry and starving and my tummy was talking again. “He made me flower shelves in my playroom. Kenzie said it was okay if he saw my playroom because he’s not my regular dad. He didn’t even giggle at my toys. He knew they were special.”

Daddy squeezed my hand. “I’m glad. My parents were killed in a small plane crash before me and Jeff were ready to talk about being Daddies, so they never knew, but I think they’d have been accepting of it.”

“Oh, Daddy. I’m sorry.” I didn’t want my family around all the time like Kenzie’s were but I didn’t want them all gone.

“It’s okay, baby boy.” Daddy kissed my forehead and smiled. “It was a long time ago and the big sad part is all gone. They’d have liked you, though. My mother would’ve said you were a stud. She liked that word.”

Giggling, I hid against Daddy’s chest. “She sounds silly.”

“She was.” Daddy chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “And my father would’ve liked that you work with your hands. He thought those were the best kinds of jobs.”

“They are.” He was smart. “I’d have liked them too, Daddy.”

Daddy wrapped me up in a big hug. “I’m glad…but now I need to feed my boy before his tummy turns into a monster.”

I shook my head and giggled. “No, Daddy. Tummies don’t do that.”


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