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)
It seemed like we were making progress, so I tried to answer better that time. “Well, your family will become mine as we get to know each other and they see what a wonderful mate you have.”
That got giggles from my happy boy, so I hoped that meant I was doing better answering him. “And I’m going to make friends here once I get to know everyone and find people who aren’t crazy.”
His snickers said that was going to be harder than I’d hoped.
“I’m going to ignore your Disney villain laugh and focus on all the friends I’m going to make.” He was trying to stop giggling but couldn’t manage it. “And I’m going to think about all the fun places there are to paint and draw and sculpt and…well…all the pretty places to explore.”
Kissing his head again, I rubbed his chest and wiggled us so the flower started up again. “And I’m going to make sure my family comes to visit on a regular basis and then I’m going to bring you back to my old town so you can see that part of Canada. We can also go up to Montana for a visit. I have lots of family there too. And we’ve got the trailer, so there’s lots of places we can explore here. We’re going to have to make a list of everywhere we want to go.”
And I was going to have to ask more questions about how much vacation time he usually took a year.
“I like lists, Daddy.” Going back to wiggling happily, he seemed content with my answer that time. “Dance?”
“Hmm.” Making thinking sounds as I wiggled behind him and ignored how his body was moving against mine, I finally gave him another hug. “How about snack time?”
I had a feeling he could’ve played dancing flower for a long time, but his tummy was back to making noises, and if we didn’t feed him soon, it’d be dinnertime and he’d probably be cranky.
“Snack.” He twirled in my arms, beaming. “Snack time.”
Yep, he wasn’t nearly as big as he’d been before and it left me wondering how little he would go. I couldn’t see diapers or anything that screamed young little right away, but there were lots of cute storage containers as well as a large closet on the far end of the room I hadn’t poked around in yet.
“What would you like?” Loving the way he took my hand in his, I let him lead me back through the house to the kitchen. “Is Daddy getting snack time ready or is that an Alick job?”
He’d set up his routines on his own, so I was going to do my best not to immediately charge in and take over, even though that was what the dragon and the Daddy inside me wanted to do.
“Hmm?” Making exaggerated thinking sounds that might’ve been meant to imitate me, he looked a bit like a muscular Winnie the Pooh as he took the question very seriously. “I’m the cooker. Daddy gets to help.”
This was going to be interesting.
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“No, getting out gummy snacks and applesauce does not make anyone a chef or a cooker, and I’m not sure either of those count as a fruit.” Shaking my head, I watched Alick try not to laugh from on the floor where he was glaring up at me.
“They do. The gummy snacks are made from juice and that’s made from fruit, and applesauce is just peeled and cooked-down apples. You can make it in a crockpot. That means it’s healthy.” He was so confident he was right that it was adorable.
“Crockpots do not make things healthy.” I was not going to agree to that being the defining line. “You can make desserts in those.”
He gave me an I don’t make the rules shrug. “It’s cooking from scratch and you’re not cooking it in the oven, killing the nutrients. That makes it healthy.”
“There’s no logic in that.” I was right but he just shrugged again.
“Yes, there is.” Waving his arms to the side, he shifted and climbed off the floor to sit on the other end of the couch. “There’s lots of weird food rules. Just because you don’t know them doesn’t make them wrong.”
Bullshit.
“How long have you been practicing this argument with your friends?” Yep, he blushed. “I knew it. This is Kenzie logic, not my sweet mate’s ridiculousness.”
He managed not to laugh but his eyes sparkled with delight. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Alick had gone from being little at snack time to gradually getting bigger as we’d watched cartoons and played a bit, and I had to admit I was glad that he was back to being a grown-up so I could get to know this side of him more.
“That’s not believable either.” Deciding to test the waters since he’d been unreasonably stubborn about the silly fruit debate, I leaned to the side and turned to shift closer. “Do you want to see things from my point of view?”