Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
We were going to come back to the cab fare part of the story later, but for now I gave him a teasing grin. “The night is still young. You might end up doing something interesting.”
Groaning, he shook his head and did his best to look sweet and innocent. “Oh no. I’m not going to be the problem tonight.”
He seemed so sure of that I had to tease him. “Dally would be very disappointed to hear that.”
Huffing, Milo glared at me and folded his arms across his chest. “That’s cheating.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Well, as long as you’re nice to me, I won’t tell him that you insulted him.”
Frowning, Milo cocked his head and went back through the conversation. “I…I didn’t say anything mean. That…that was you. Wasn’t it?”
Doing my best to look serious, I shrugged. “Who’s he going to believe?”
“The man with the better story.” Milo didn’t like having to admit that but I could see the barely suppressed laughter just under the surface. “Smart people are sneaky.”
And littles were adorable even when they were big.
“Do you remember what I said?” Leading him up the stairs to my townhome, I peeked over at Milo, who was looking just a bit too thoughtful.
“That it doesn’t matter if we play little games or grown-up ones. We’re going to have fun doing something to keep our date going because you’re not ready to let me go yet.” Somehow him saying that sounded a bit creepy.
“How about we not make me sound like I’m kidnapping you?” My slightly dry retort got a giggle from him that didn’t sound especially big.
Littles repeating things definitely changed the feel of a sentence.
“It was sexy when I said it.” Glaring at him as I keyed in the number on the pad that would unlock the door, I did my best to look stern but he kept giggling. “I’m not abducting you in an ice cream truck or anything nefarious.”
Bright eyes smiled back at me. “You’re just being naughty.”
I wasn’t sure if I should admit that or not, so I shrugged. “You’re being silly.”
That got more happy sounds and he nodded, no longer as nervous as he had been before. Grown-up Milo worried about how the date would go and what would happen next, but little Milo didn’t have the same concerns.
I’d wondered if I’d misread the situation when we’d first met, but no, Milo found his little headspace fast when he was nervous.
But he hadn’t declined my invitation to come back to my place and he hadn’t said anything close to a safeword. Nerves were not necessarily a bad thing, so I just had to take it slow and we’d figure out what to do next.
Spending time with him was my only goal, no matter how he’d made it sound.
“Come on in.” Stepping back from the door, I acted like the butler and made him giggle again. “Do you want a drink? We could have juice or juice with stuff in it. But only one. I remember what Dally said.”
That got a wicked little giggle from Milo. “He’ll know if I have more than one.”
“Because you’ll tell him.” I wasn’t stupid. “And then you’ll probably tell everyone at dinner just to save Dally’s father.”
They were interesting.
Nodding, Milo smiled even wider. “Yes. Dally likes stories.”
“Because you probably tell very good ones.” I hadn’t been sure exactly how to respond to him, but it seemed like I’d done a pretty good job when he beamed at me. “Now, juice?”
“Do you have a big cup or little cups?” Milo headed into the house, looking around and searching every corner for more things to tell Dally’s family about.
Or maybe it was Milo’s family too.
I was still a bit confused about the family side of things, but it didn’t seem like the right time to ask about it. “Well, I have mostly big cups but I did order a few special things for you, and now I have little cups too.”
Eyes going wide, Milo sucked in a breath. “For me?”
“Yes.” Running my hand over his head, I resisted the urge to kiss his cheek and focused on locking the door. “If I’m going to be your Daddy, I needed to have the right things for you.”
Of course, I’d taken a guess at what some of those things would be. Our discussions last night hadn’t given me a lot to go on about things like training pants or diapers, and I wasn’t sure if plates and cups needed to match or not.
Then there were divided plates versus open ones.
Sippy cups or handled cups for slightly older littles.
Binkies versus thumbs.
Yes, I still had a lot to figure out according to the online lists I’d found.
“Thank you.” Milo bounced on his toes and then leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome.” Since it seemed like cheek kisses were considered appropriate, I kissed his cheek too. “And thank you for coming over to hang out and play with me.”