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)
I was so special.
Daddy tipped over and crashed into the bed. “I thought I was being so silly when I bought those. Mates don’t buy seeds. I thought maybe you would be a dragon and seeds would be your hoard but that just made me worry more.”
“’Cause you might buy the wrong ones.” Hoards were weird sometimes. “But you bought great ones, Daddy.”
He stopped being silly and sat up, smiling and proud of himself. “Thank you.”
Daddy was so excited he leaned over the box and rubbed my nose with his. “I’m glad you like them.”
“They’re amazing.” I was going to have special flowers that Daddy gave me. “I’m going to grow special mate flowers. No one else has that.”
Daddy laughed as I gave him a big squishing hug. “Yes, no one else will have special mate flowers.”
Because I was special to my mate.
Kissing my head as I sat back, Daddy looked down at my seeds. “You’ll have to tell me what we should do with them. I don’t have a green thumb but I’m a good helper.”
“You pick good presents, Daddy. That’s better than growing plants because I can do that but I can’t buy me surprises.” That was one of the worst things about being a little without a Daddy. I had to buy my own surprises.
“I’m very glad you like them.” Giving me another cheek kiss, Daddy gestured toward the box. “What else do you like?”
“Everything.” My answer made Daddy laugh but I knew he wanted more words about his special presents, so I looked at every one of them.
They were wonderful, but I didn’t know where to start.
Hmm.
“Don’t make me wait.” Daddy groaned and tipped over again as I giggled. “You’re torturing me for being grumpy when I went into the restaurant.”
Well, Daddy had been grumpy.
“The shovel, Daddy.” Yes, that was a good place to start because it was our beginning, so I held up the key chain. “You bought this one at the beach, didn’t you?”
He was sneaky.
Some of my presents were from before we’d zapped him.
Laughing, Daddy looked sheepish. “Yes. You got me. I bought that one for you when I was at the beach.”
Daddy reached out and played with the little shovel and bucket set that would hold my keys. “I saw this and I knew my boy needed it. I just didn’t know when I would find you, so I’ve been carrying it around with me.”
Daddy was so cute…and so magical.
“Do you know why you bought it, Daddy?” I knew but I had to make him wait. “It’s silly.”
Frowning and trying to look serious, he tilted his head. “Hmm, what do you know that I don’t?”
Lots.
Giggling, I wiggled my new shovel and bucket. “I lost mine. They got eaten by a big wave right before we were coming home, so I didn’t have time to buy a new one. You bought me my new one.”
They were just tiny.
Daddy’s eyes got wide before he gave a big, big laugh. “Really?”
Nodding, I stretched out over the box and gave him a big hug. I kind of tipped us over, though, and crashed into Daddy. “Oops.”
He laughed and didn’t get mad. I just got a big, big hug and he held me tight. “The magic knew my mate needed new sand toys.”
“It did.” Kissing his cheek made him laugh again. “And when you take me back to the beach so we can do it together, then you can buy me a big one.”
Daddy tried to look serious but he didn’t do it very good. “When I take you back, huh?”
Nodding, I made sure to think like Lorne. “Yes, because you missed me the first time. It’s not my fault you were late. So you have to take me again.”
More frowny giggles.
Yep, I was going to the beach with Daddy.
“Where else did you miss me? I like trips.” We had to write down everywhere we were going to go. “If we have a house to take with us, does that mean I get to bring toys when we go places?”
“Yes.” Daddy raised his head and rubbed our noses again. “And when you’re ready to tell me what else you need, like maybe bottles or binkies, then we can pack those too.”
Daddy was sneaky.
I opened my mouth before I remembered I wasn’t going to talk about that yet. Then I closed it and pouted as I looked at him serious. “Don’t be sneaky.”
He rolled his eyes and flopped his arms to the side. “I’m not promising that.”
Oh, Daddy was naughty.
I was going to have to tell on him.
“I’m having a happy time with my Daddy and I’ll worry later.” He should’ve known that. “Don’t be sneaky and make me worry now.”
Daddy looked at me all thinky. “Still not promising that, but how about I tell you a story?”
Hmm.
“You’re still being sneaky. You just know I like stories.” I pointed to my box that had somehow gotten to the floor. “You bought me books, Daddy.”