Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Bingo.
Yes! I wasn’t going to have to explain phallic fruit to Daddy.
He stood straighter and his nodding shifted from a what the fuck expression to a take care of his little look. That was much less stressful and said he was distracted enough that I might get good cereal instead of something overly grown-up…or worse, yucky.
“Yes, you require sustenance to start your day and we must discuss your need for additional food during the day.” He gave me a very suspicious look before glancing toward the fridge. “Otherwise, you may be tempted to make sandwiches unsupervised.”
And that would be dangerous.
“I won’t make a sandwich without you here, Daddy.” I thought that was a reasonable promise. I could just eat ravioli out of a can for lunch, and as long as I didn’t volunteer how sharp the edges of the top could be, it’d be fine.
Daddy looked relieved as I made the promise, walking over and hugging me tight. “I realize there will be an adjustment period where we will both make uncomfortable compromises. However, in return for you not touching the sharp implements while I am away, I will not explain how dangerous pouring hot liquids can be.”
Okay, maybe he was compromising too.
Trying to decide if I wanted to laugh or sigh, I snuggled into his torso and encouraged him to wrap me up tighter. He obeyed without my having to say a word, which just showed how good we already were together.
I’d dated guys for weeks who would’ve asked me what I was doing and Daddy just knew it was time to hug me. Yep, definitely worth a few pain-in-the-butt moments as long as he didn’t take away my caffeine completely.
“It’ll be weird and frustrating sometimes, Daddy, but so far, I’ve been able to understand why things make you uncomfortable and you’ve been good when we find compromises.” He wasn’t unreasonable…he was just a worrier.
A worrier of epic proportions.
There were so many ways it could drive me crazy I decided not to look for any new ones and just counted my blessings that Daddy hadn’t figured out how dangerous my being alone in the store could be.
Nope.
I was going to look on the bright side of life and think happy dirty thoughts to make my Daddy happy before he went off to…to do whatever aerospace engineers did during the day.
Hmm, maybe I had a few things to look up too.
Like how often could lightning strike a prostate before it was actually dangerous and what Daddy did for a living.
It was going to be an interesting day.
Wright
I had been advised of the number of compromises that would have to be made to keep a human both content and safe. However, I had not taken the counsel as seriously as I should have.
Every habitual activity in his life was highly dangerous in ways he did not seem to comprehend. Yet, I am a highly inventive individual and there are no feats I cannot overcome. One must simply think outside the box when it comes to humans. There was no box but the one constructed in their own minds due to their creativity, however, I will combine it with the phrase calling in the cavalry to find an additional unique compromise.
My Dane was fortunate to have such a smart Daddy.
Chapter 11
Dane
Oh, they looked interesting.
Nothing about the mixed human-alien couple looked suspicious or dangerous. I wasn’t worried that they’d rob the store or anything reasonable…no, my fears were all based on how wide-eyed the alien looked and how naughty the human looked.
And familiar.
Why were they familiar?
Daddy was definitely behind the new visitors, but I pretended not to notice as they wandered around the store and I helped one of our regulars finish buying beads that I knew she didn’t need.
“Dane?” Ms. Emmaline actually managed a fairly subtle whisper that was too low for the human to have heard but something about the way his partner or friend twitched said it hadn’t been quite low enough. “You have…there are…do they craft?”
I wasn’t sure if it was rude or speciesist or just her being nosy and old but all I could do was grasp at something that resembled the truth. “I don’t think they understand why it’s so much fun, but in this case, I have a…well, I think they’re acquainted with my new friend.”
Her schoolgirl giggle had me blushing. “I heard someone mention that you had an interesting date over the weekend.”
My neighbors were so nosy.
“He’s very nice and the perfect gentleman.” That got another giggle from her as she took her bag.
“I hope not too much of one.” Then the naughty old lady nearly skipped out of the store as she giggled again, clearly impressed with how naughty she was.
I was just going to be eternally grateful that she hadn’t asked more questions.
As wonderful as most of my neighbors and customers had been about my being gay, I wasn’t sure she really wanted the details about my relationship with Daddy or what he did when he wasn’t being a gentleman.