Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Oops.
We shifted completely faster than I’d hoped but my Chipmunk quickly chased his second wind, sitting up and frowning at me. “I’m sticky. I need bubbles.”
And I should’ve asked him a few more questions before we’d gotten to the playtime side of the discussion.
Well, as long as we did better with each discussion, I wasn’t going to complain…we’d get everything laid out eventually.
Chapter 12
Teddy
“Hmm…whose job is it to handle sticky situations?” Daddy pretended to be huffy and puffy, but he wanted to laugh.
“You!” Daddy was going to make it bathtime. “Oh, did you know I can have a bath anytime?”
“Yep, I did, but how did you figure it out?” Daddy made me giggle as he kissed my nose.
“My roommates.” I sighed and flopped on Daddy as he made happy laughing sounds. “I was sneaky but I wasn’t sneaky ’nough.”
“Not sneaky enough, huh?” When I shook my head, he gave me a hug. “Well, they’re right. You can have a bath anytime you want and it’s no one’s business.”
“I don’t gotta talk about stuff I don’t want to.” Can’t make me. “Come on.”
I had to show Daddy my toys.
Daddy laughed but I was fast and strong and made him go faster-faster. “I’m coming.”
“I’m sticky and I got toys.” I had to show Daddy. “Faster, Daddy.”
“Walking up the stairs, please.” Daddy made us go slower-slower but we were careful-careful. “That’s better, thank you.”
“I’m a good boy.” I’d made Daddy happy. “I talked about stuff and I cuddled with your penis.”
Daddy laughed. “Yes, you did. I liked how you talked to me and the cuddle part, too.”
We had fun.
Walking. Walking. Walking.
“My room, Daddy. My room.” No toys in the bathroom. “See?”
“Hey, that’s a shower bag. I had one like that when I was living in the dorms. That’s a good idea.” Daddy squeezed my hand and smiled big as he let me go. “What do you have?”
“Toys.” Daddy laughed. “See? They’re hiding.”
“Oh, you’ve got some boats and fish. Look at that pirate ship.” Daddy pointed to my scary boat. “Can I hold it?”
“Yes.” Share. Share. Share with Daddy. “Here.”
“Thank you.” Cheek kiss from Daddy. “Let’s go get you all clean.”
Clean. Clean. Then Daddy limits.
Gotta be a good boy and a good helper.
“Where is your bubble bath?” Daddy looked at my shelf. “Is your soap in the bathroom?”
“Yes.” I sighed. “Boring soap.”
Daddy made a thinking sound. “Would you like fun soap?”
“Maybe?” My turn for thinking. “Maybe.”
“Okay.” Head kisses from Daddy. “Cleanup time and soap talk later.”
He made me laugh. “Soap talk and limits talk and naughty talk.”
Daddy shrugged and took me to the bathroom. “Talks are important.”
“Gotta have lots of talks.” I showed Daddy our big bathroom. “Kinda big. Kinda small.”
Daddy nodded and looked round and round. “You’re right. It would be big if you weren’t sharing it with three other guys.”
Making a frowny, thinking face, Daddy sighed. “You’re all sharing this one bathroom up here, right? That little one downstairs is just a half-bath.”
“Yep.” I gave Daddy a big shrug. “Better than the dorm.”
“Yeah, at least here you have privacy and your own room.” Daddy made grumbly sounds. “My parents wanted me to stay in the dorms for the first two years for the experience and to learn what it’s like to have siblings.”
I giggled at Daddy’s face.
He didn’t do dorms….nope…Daddy not the dorm type.
“I lasted one semester and then told my mother if we didn’t find another solution, I’d switch my major to theater.” Daddy grinned when I laughed. “That was not acceptable, so she magically agreed to putting me on the list to get my own room and I’m pretty sure my father pulled some strings to fix it the next semester.”
“Sneaky Daddy.” He had a naughty grin and he liked being sneaky. “Cheater. Cheater.”
“Yep.” Daddy laughed and kissed my cheek before he went into the bathroom. “I will not be miserable for some kind of ridiculous life experience.”
He made a silly scrunchy face as he turned on the water and put my pirate ship in the tub. “I’d have been a good actor, but history works better for me in the long run.”
Smart Daddy.
“Alright, show me where the bubble bath is.” Daddy put his hands on his hips as the water went up and up. “You have no storage in here.”
Nope.
“Here, Daddy.” I showed him our tiny bathroom shelves. “Mine.”
It went up and up and I got two and everybody got two.
“You don’t even have a place to put extra toilet paper.” Daddy shook his head. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Oops. Help. Help.” I laughed and laughed as Daddy groaned. “Petey got stuck.”
“Your roommate got stuck? Oh, that’s terrible.” Shaking his head, Daddy sighed. “I couldn’t live like that.”
No roughing it for Daddy.
“You got a big house.” Daddy poured my boring bubble soap into the tub. “Lots of tubs?”
I had one tub.
“One tub and two showers.” He studied the bubbles to make sure they were good boys too. “Our house was extended about ten years ago, I think? It’s got a lot more square footage than yours and the downstairs bathroom is a full bath and there’s an extra one upstairs.”