Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Fuck, how I loved him.
I knew it was way too soon to discuss progress, and yet I saw it clear as day. Happiness had returned to his eyes, and his smiles were no longer tinted with exhaustion.
That on its own brought me a fuck-ton of relief.
We finished drying off, and then Lucian went to get us clothes and my chair. In the meantime, I wrapped a towel around my hips and leaned on my cane on my way to the kitchen. The whole house smelled like waffles, so Noa had been spared my semi-okay version. Cam’s waffles were next level. Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside. The secret, according to him, was the butter and baking powder ratio.
It would remain a secret because fuck if I understood.
“Morning, Daddy!” Noa lit up when he saw me. “Did you and Uncle Lucian canoodle the fuck out of each other in the shower?”
I chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “That’s one way of putting it.” I walked over to Cam by the counter and hugged him from behind. I felt his forehead too. “How are you feeling today, sweetheart?”
“Much better, Sir. I’m just tired.” He offered a sleepy smile and popped a kiss to my jaw.
I frowned and cupped his cheek. “Then no chores for you today either. I want you to rest until you—”
“But, Daddy!” he protested with a mix of a pout and a frustrated look. Meanwhile, my Daddy heart soared, and I grinned like an idiot. “I’m so bored! I’ve rested forever—I feel great, but I miss my chores—and why are you smiling like that?!”
“Because you make me happy, little one,” I chuckled and gave him a big smooch. “You’ve called me Daddy more times this week than the past two months combined, and I love it.”
“Oh.” He scowled weakly and flushed, and he appeared to be struggling against his own smile. Instead, he fiddled with the edge of my towel and bit his lip.
Noa snickered behind us. “I think Cameron needs some Little time with Daddy and a diaper.”
Well, now. That wasn’t a bad idea at all.
“I think your brother might be right.” I combed my fingers through his hair, and he tried to hide his face from me. “Maybe you and I should sit on the sidelines today, and Lucian and Noa can hunt for Easter eggs.”
Sidelines was a stretch; I was definitely going to make sure none of us missed Noa’s loot of eggs, because I had a feeling he was one of those who’d regret his competitiveness today. Him, most likely Corey, possibly Shay—depending on how much Reese riled him up—and probably Kit too. But Noa and Corey were in another league.
Lucian joined us, as our new Captain Sweatpants, and he’d brought clothes for me too. And my chair. Good timing—we had plans to discuss and waffles to eat.
CHAPTER 7
KC Hayles
Lucian had just unfolded my wheelchair, and I had just pulled myself out of the SUV, when Noa let out a happy whoop and sprinted across the front yard to say hi to Corey and Kit. In other words, Noa needed this.
I’d known it was a good idea. Hell, I was in a much better mood now too, though that had less to do with the event and more to do with Lucian, Cam, and Noa.
Cam pulled into the carport a minute later, having driven Corey’s car over here. He’d also begged for a chore, so Lucian and I had told him he could stop on the way to pick up two five-pound bags of Easter candy and a specific stuffed animal for Noa. Gift for later. Lucian, Noa, and I had picked one up for Cam too.
The latest rage was these damn Squishmallows. It seemed the whole Little community had exploded with them in our online forum.
“Sit down, KC.” Lucian wheeled the chair over to me, and I rested the cane against the car door and slumped down.
He grabbed my cane and attached it to the side of the chair. Then he went to see if Cam needed any help, and that was how I ended up with two giant bags of fun-sized candy in my lap. Lucian pushed my chair, claiming he wanted to fuss over me, and frankly, I let him because I was fucking tired. That workout, then getting railed in the shower? I wanted a break.
Cam looked to be in a great mood too, partly because his Master was back in a nice suit.
With a “Hello, I am stressed” pin on the lapel.
It was funny.
I didn’t understand why it had to be either a suit or sweats, though. I was hardly a stranger to wearing suits, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know other outfits existed. Chinos, jeans, fitted sweaters. I could admit I appreciated a nice cashmere pullover. Or like today, jeans and a button-down—perfectly comfortable. Lucian could raid my closet if he wanted to.