Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
He was frowning as I stood straight and tall and took his hand again. “I don’t know. Yours sounds like a monster.”
“He’s just empty. He likes snacks because he says we work hard.” I shrugged. I couldn’t help it. “And I like snacks. They’re yummy.”
Daddy laughed and nodded. “They are. Alright, show me your yummies.”
Yay.
“I’ve got little yummy snacks and big yummy snacks and healthy ones so I can tell Kenzie’s Daddy I ate fruit and I have ice cream so I can tell Kenzie that I had a treat.” I giggled, making Daddy laugh and give me a funny look.
“Let’s define fruit.”
Daddy was so smart.
“I like ice cream, Daddy, do you?” I didn’t think I wanted to play word games. “Kenzie said some people don’t like ice cream even if it doesn’t make their tummy hurt. He said some people like hard desserts and some like soft desserts and some like cakey desserts and some like cookie desserts.”
Daddy sighed. “Fine. I won’t ask about fruit.”
Yay.
“Applesauce is a fruit and the gummy snacks I like best have juice and they added fiber and Kenzie said that’s very important.” Or there was no poop.
That was bad, so littles had to eat fiber even if there was no grown-up around to make them.
“Yes.” Daddy nodded very seriously as we went into my kitchen. “Fiber is very important.”
“I eat fiber.” Because tummy aches were bad but telling about it was worse. “I eat carrots and beans and lots of potatoes—even the purples ones because that’s a really healthy color—and celery. That looks like it has lots of fiber, Daddy.”
It was weird and stringy, so it had to be fibery.
“It sounds like you eat lots of fiber and veggies.” Daddy kissed my head before he smiled at my kitchen. “This is a beautiful kitchen, baby boy.”
“Kenzie’s regular dad did it. He’s good with stuff.” He liked fixing things too. “He helped me make the house pretty.”
That was very important because Kenzie said the universe wouldn’t send me a mate if it looked like I didn’t want one. So we had to have real furniture and real food in the house and a bed big enough for our Daddies to sleep in too.
His mom said so and she knew lots about mates.
“He did a wonderful job.” Daddy smiled at my pretty cabinets and ran his hand over the wood. “They’re beautiful.”
Daddy liked pretty cabinets as much as Kenzie’s dad did.
Kenzie’s mom was really smart.
“When did he help you? How long have you owned the house?” Daddy didn’t wait for an answer as he let go of my hand and started to wander around, petting the cabinets and making humming sounds.
Cabinets were very interesting to Canadians.
I was going to have to tell Kenzie.
I didn’t think he knew that.
“Um, forever kinda?” I wasn’t sure that was a good answer, so I tried to fix it. “I own it now but my aunt owned it before and her…her husband owned it before but not the husband who’s my uncle, that was the other one, and then his mom had it? I think?”
That sounded right.
“It was teeny tiny and then they made it bigger and then it mostly burned down. That was on accident, though, and no one was mad. Sometimes things just explode. It’s hard being a dragon.” Oops. Poof. Boom. “Then it got fixed up and then it got old and then I got it and then we made it pretty.”
Yep, it was fancy pretty…Lorne said so and he knew everything about pretty stuff.
Daddy turned to me and looked kind of confused until he started nodding. “So it’s been in the family for a long time but there’s been several renovations over the years. Yes. Sometimes things just explode but with the right spells we can make sure that doesn’t happen again.”
Daddy was so smart.
“The fix-it mage who made it so the swing won’t fall said he made it so my house won’t explode.” Sometimes mages were really nice…especially when Kenzie’s dad made them be nice. “It won’t go boom.”
Or burn up.
Or explode.
Or turn into a bubble…or something about air.
“That’s wonderful.” Daddy scrunched his face up and made his thinky magic face. “Yes, now I see it. Hmm, there’s something I don’t recognize but I’ll figure it out.”
“Airs and bubbles, Daddy.” Nodding, I walked over and took his hand so he’d stop petting my cabinets.
I had other things he could pet.
“Airs and bubbles?” Daddy looked thinky again but he forgot to be confused when we walked into the living room. “Oh, baby boy, the floors.”
“They didn’t burn.” Someone had magicked the floors but not the walls.
Oops.
“I can’t imagine…that would’ve been…oh wow.” Daddy knelt down and started petting the floors too.
Daddy liked petting my house.
It was weird, but if he stayed forever just to keep petting things, that was fine with me, and I knew Kenzie would approve too.