Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
The rule?
Oh.
I’d gotten a similar lecture, just not as carefully worded.
“Thank you for the reminder.” Stretching my leg out under the table, I just rested it against Ian’s as his cheeks got even redder. “Firsts are all together, but cutie, there is a lot we can still do while we wait for our naughty pup to come home.”
Ian looked like he was either going to orgasm or die from embarrassment, so I decided to tease him a bit and hopefully get his brain off the roller coaster it was on. “And if we run out of ideas, I’m sure Bishop can help.”
Groaning, Ian hid behind his hands and gave a low laugh. “You’re evil. You’d do it.”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes as he peeked out from behind his hands. “Of course I would. He’d love it and I think so would you.”
His head dropped back against the tall booth as he huffed. “As long as I didn’t die first.”
“There’s the spirit.” My cheerful answer had him shooting me the cutest glare.
“Evil. Just evil.” His words said one thing, but his sparking eyes and the way he was rubbing his foot against my leg said another.
Those mixed signals were going to be the death of me…but sometimes they were fun.
Chapter 2
Ian
Staying big was stressful and made me think distracting things…especially with the way Cohen’s wicked smile sent shivers through me…so I didn’t fight my little side as we drove back to my apartment.
It probably helped that Uncle Cohen started playing kids' songs when we got back in the car. How could anyone stay truly big when “Wheels on the Bus” came on?
“Did you really want to pick out toys for your house, Uncle Cohen?” I was carefully holding the pizza box, so I could only wiggle my feet even though I was so excited and the song was saying round and round. “I can bring my stuff. I’m not greedy.”
No, I was a good boy and not greedy, but toys were so much fun.
Round and round.
Round and round.
Uncle Cohen chuckled and reached over to stroke my head. “I really do. We need to figure out what kind of toys and furniture we need to have in your playroom at my house. Oh, and we need books too.”
He was so smart. “Yes, lots of books.”
Bouncing my feet back and forth, I got so excited I forgot to be worried about being greedy. “And cuddly things, Uncle Cohen. We need to find cuddly things and…and a cup? You just have big ones.”
Big glass ones.
Nothing with tops at all.
It was very sad.
Uncle Cohen was always a big grown-up, not even one of the grown-ups who had cups with tops and straws or fun plates.
“You’re right. We need so many things, we’re going to have to make a list.” Uncle Cohen sounded more excited for his list than he had for the pizza. “It’s going to be a long one.”
Giggling, I nodded. “A big, big one.”
His fingers tapped the wheel as he drove and bobbed his head. Uncle Cohen was such a good thinker. “Yes, we’re going to need a nice carpet to play on and even some clothes too. Some fun shirts to wear or some onesies at the very least.”
Oh, Uncle Cohen was the best shopper person ever and so smart.
“And stuffies?” He didn’t have any.
“Should we get another rabbit or look for someone different to live with me?” Uncle Cohen looked over at me as he waited at the stoplight and bopped his head as the windows on the bus went up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
“Oh, we have to get someone new.” I wasn’t sure if two bunnies would be twins or clones or something else scary, but that couldn’t be good. “You have to talk to him, Uncle Cohen. Don’t let him get lonely when I’m not here.”
Uncle Cohen’s head stopped dancing and he nodded. “That sounds reasonable.”
Yay, I was smart too.
“How will we know which one to bring home?” Uncle Cohen smiled when I just shrugged. “Stuffie magic?”
“Yes. Magic.” Uncle Cohen knew everything. “Do you want one too? Should we get lots?”
We really should.
“They might get lonely.” I was trying to figure out how to explain they’d get very lonely when Uncle Cohen pulled into his driveway. “Very lonely, Uncle Cohen.”
Shoot.
That wasn’t good enough to get more than one.
Uncle Cohen gave me a silly grin and leaned over to kiss my head. “We don’t want anyone getting lonely.”
Yay.
How many stuffies meant they wouldn’t get lonely?
Three?
Three more than three?
“I don’t like the expression on your face, cutie.” Uncle Cohen looked like he’d just forgotten the words to the “Wheels on the Bus” song and sighed. “I’m going to end up with an army.”
No giggles.
No giggles.
“Friends, Uncle Cohen.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek since he seemed like he needed cuddles. “You’re going to get lots of new friends.”