Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He had lots of those, so I decided I didn’t have to find it relaxing.
I also didn’t have to ask if it counted as Daddy submitting to Papa or not.
“Um, I think it counts since we were all in bed together.” I could feel my face getting even hotter but I knew I had to answer his question. “And…and I don’t feel left out or anything like that.”
The internet said sometimes that happened but not to me.
“Thank you for letting me know.” Daddy kissed my first cheek again but then his tummy grumbled and he flopped down on me. “Ugh. Okay, time to brave the house manager. Handsome? Handy? What was his name?”
Not Handy or Handsome.
“Hanson, Daddy.” I wasn’t sure if Daddy calling him House Manager Handsome would push our first impression to the right direction. “But…but we should put clothes on first?”
“Yes.” Daddy rolled off me, springing up like he was ready to charge out and handle anything. “Just in case the cops show up, we don’t want to be in jammies.”
That was a good plan.
But looking around, I started to worry. “Where are my clothes, Daddy?”
I’d been kind of tired last night and I couldn’t remember where they’d gone besides the floor.
“They’re on the floor.” Daddy’s answer made my worries come back, but when he leaned over to look for them and almost fell off the bed, it was a good distraction. “Oops. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Putting him back on the bed, I shrugged. “Papa would be upset if you got hurt.”
Then we’d have the police and ambulance coming to Papa’s condo.
“For a variety of reasons.” Sitting up straighter, he sighed as he climbed off the bed. “Okay, quick look then I know what to do.”
That was helpful because I didn’t.
I’d never been in a situation like this before but Daddy had done everything.
His quick look was actually quick and he looked under the bed and around the room for our clothes. Most of the time his words weren’t as straightforward as that, so it was amazing for them to match his actions.
“Nothing.” Frowning, Daddy straightened. “Someone was helpful.”
Huh?
I must’ve looked as confused as I felt because Daddy sighed. “Rich people. They get helpful in unexpected ways and it’s possible it was Hanson’s idea.”
Oh.
“Papa didn’t want us to have dirty clothes.” That made more sense than them magically disappearing. “Do you think he realized we’d be in our pajamas?”
Papa shrugged. “Probably not. Rich people.”
They weren’t like real people…and I was starting to understand why Daddy said Papa needed us.
“I don’t want to meet Mr. Hanson for the first time in my jammies.” That would not be good…or professional. “I’m going to call you Dally around Mr. Hanson.”
“I think both of those things are very reasonable.” Daddy looked down at himself. “Especially since I don’t want to go out wearing my jammies either.”
We were cute and Papa liked getting us dressed up, but Mr. Hanson didn’t need to know that.
“Time to raid Pokey’s closet.” Daddy stepped toward it but stopped right away. “And to make sure I don’t call him Pokey.”
That was probably a good idea too.
“We need to look like we’re nice to Papa.” And that probably started with using his name and not being…not letting Daddy be too Dally in front of Hanson. “We know he’s special but Mr. Hanson might not see it that way.”
That could come later once we’d been properly introduced.
“You’re probably right.” Getting moving again, Daddy marched into Papa’s closet. “He’s going to think we’re a weird one-night stand or something, so we’re going to need to make sure he understands we’re keeping Pokey. Ugh. Santos.”
Daddy was never going to be able to use Papa’s name…and neither was I.
“Santos doesn’t have any real size clothes at all.” The way Daddy drew out Papa’s name made me smile but I knew better than to laugh about the clothes thing. Daddy didn’t seem to realize that dramatic things came in small packages.
Just not with a small package.
“Why are you giggling and blushing?” Daddy’s words made me jump but his smirk made the blushing worse. “Naughty boy.”
Only because of Daddy and Papa.
“I…” I really didn’t know how to explain that, though. “Did you find me clothes, Daddy?”
Oops.
“Dally.” Trying to say his name…well…maybe his name but I’d figure that out later. “Did you find me clothes?”
Yes, no names.
Daddy was snickering but nodded. “Yep. We’ll be fine even though I’m going to be the one who looks like he’s wearing his Daddy’s clothes.”
I wasn’t sure if I could laugh at that without being rude but he was right. I’d hoped he was exaggerating but the oversized shorts and T-shirt made him look younger than he was too. So by the time we were ready to actually leave Papa’s room, Daddy was not happy and looked like a kid who was pouting.