Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Which is why we lied about the start time to her about ours.” Winks his wife.
An urge to smile soars through my veins but never quite makes it to my face.
“Nucle Day T!” Wy exclaims, immediately lunging for him, almost spilling his juice. “Antee Nae!”
“Hey, nephew!” He joyfully greets back, swooping my son into his arms the instant he arrives in front of him. “Whoooa!” A small adjustment to him in his possession is made. “Did you get even bigger while I was gone?”
“Soul big.”
“You put on more muscle?”
Wy flexes his juice free arm with pride. “Wero mustdle.”
“Still the most handsome hero I know,” Janae coos on a tap of her light honey brown finger to his nose.
He coyly smiles and offers her a drink of his juice.
The kid is a total flirt.
Whether it’s Janae – which he always blushes around – or Vanessa Setta – who now has a newborn with her Fed boyfriend – or Leilani “Lani” – Calen’s wife that he’s has a habit modeling his newest clothes for – or random women – what I walked in on – my son can’t resist turning the charm on.
It’s obvious he likes the attention.
But I am concerned that he’s going to turn into the one thing I never truly was.
The stereotypical, playboy or fuck boy or one and done billionaire the world believes all rich and powerful men are.
I honestly hope he gets a tad nerdier.
Like me.
“Pesents?” My son quickly asks upon taking his juice back from Janae. “Tandy?”
“Wyland,” I instantly scold.
He gives me a sarcastic stare that has me wanting to both smirk and glare. “Vabation, Dad. Dey went on vabation.”
“V-aaaa-c-c-c-ation,” J.T. casually corrects, adjusting his hold once more, “and all that stuff is in our luggage.” His eyes soar to mine. “We came here the minute we touched down.” The struggle not to let his voice waver is evident. “And we’ll be wherever you need us to be the second you say it.”
“You wanna come home and play with us, Wy?” Janae swiftly suggests.
“Us?!” croaks her husband in obvious objection.
“Yeah,” she replies while relocating their godson into her arms. “We can watch Star Trek. Build starships with his blocks. Have pepperoni, pineapple, and jalapeño pizza for dinner.”
“I wuv hollopenos!”
“Fun for him. Misery for me,” the male at my side quietly grumbles.
“We can make hot fudge sundaes for dessert. And give him a bath-”
“And pesents…”
His little addition sparks snickers around the room.
The little man is hard to say no to.
That’s his real superpower.
“That’s quite a marvelous idea, Aunty Janae,” Clark promptly encourages. “Miss Jessie would probably like to head home as today has been quite the traumatic feat for her as well given the situation along with the numerous conversations she had to have with the authorities and first responders.”
His announcement cuts my attention back to her. “Have you spoken with Park yet?”
“Uh…” a tiny nibble to her bottom lip is taken. “He told me we’d speak after he had talked to Hill and Jeff – er – Hurst.”
Rather than investigate why she has continuously been calling him Jeff, I choose to fixate on the more pressing matter. “And where is Hurst? And why is he not here? Protecting my fucking son?”
“F bomb, only mom,” Wy reprimands on a wag of his tiny finger.
I approve of the adult language controlling method.
I do not approve of not being included in the reminder.
“Hurst was instructed to go to Bryn when he was released from questioning by the HPD.”
“By who?”
“Me,” informs the older male on a folding of his arms. “I sent him to assist in protecting your wife and my daughter-in-law. I can protect my grandson. Trust me. I protected you from far worse.”
“Than an abduction attempt?”
“Someone tried to abduct him?!” Janae squawks in disbelief. “What?!”
“When?!” her husband immediately questions. “Why?!”
“Minside voice is moaning shoice,” Wy chastises without hesitation.
“Yes,” Clark calmly answers me prior to directing his attention to the others. “And we can discuss that at a later time. Perhaps after someone has been tucked in for the evening?”
Right.
He’s not currently traumatized by the afternoon’s adventures, so there’s no need to change that.
Janae and J.T. nodding in tandem prompts me to state, “Little Hero, we have to see the nurse and the doctor a couple more times just to make sure your ouchies are healing and then you can go home with Uncle J.T. and Aunty Nae while Jessie goes to her home, okay?”
To my surprise, he doesn’t argue. “Can we pay wit my new ochin moard?”
“You got a new ocean toy?” engages his aunt who adjusts him in her grip. “Can I see?”
“Ip a learming toy,” Wy theatrically exclaims. “And medie the shoe.”
“Why don’t I help you show Aunty Nae how it works before I go?” Jessie warmly offers and tips her head towards his stuff. “And why don’t we show her your new Batman underwear that you’re gonna keep dry?”