Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
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.”
He laughed because I was so smart and so cute. “I like the way you think.”
Then he made a silly frowny face and leaned in close so his forehead kissed mine, making me giggle. “You’ve already helped me make new friends, though. Did you know Emerson keeps texting me?”
Oops.
“He’s very friendly.” And silly. And naked. And very not patient. “He likes you.”
Emerson thought Uncle Cohen was the best kind of Dom ever because he got to poke at him and then he could run away and not get punished.
Uncle Cohen sighed. “I’m not even sure what to say to that.”
Me neither, so I just grinned. That way I couldn’t get punished for giving Emerson Uncle Cohen’s phone number. It wasn’t my fault, though. It was Lane’s. He said I had to be nice to Emerson because he was sad he hadn’t been fucked yet.
Ha.
Fucked.
Giggling, I had to pretend to be very serious when Uncle Cohen gave me his curious look. “Do I want to know what you’re giggling about?”
“No.” I was so smart I didn’t even have to worry about that question. I knew the answer right away. “It’d make you squirmy.”
But it might be funny.
Uncle Cohen sighed. “Silly boy.”
I might’ve been silly but he was smart because he just hopped out of the car without asking what was so funny. But I was smart too because I was a good boy and waited for Uncle Cohen to come help me out so I didn’t spill the pizza.