Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He seemed to be feeling good because he reached behind himself and poked my side. “My question, Daddy.”
“Excuse me.” My offended tone got another giggle. “Very well. Yes, I loved watching you suck on your snack before and I would love to see you suck on a binkie. It’s not sexual but it’s just…adorable. It’s going to be perfect.”
And he giggled again.
“Thank you for being honest, Daddy.” His cheerful grin said he thought I was adorable too and he even turned around to kiss my cheek. “I’ll try it when we read a book?”
“I would like that.” Giving his cheek a kiss, I nodded toward the bag. “You’re not done yet.”
He got an excited wiggle as he turned back to the present and pulled out the last two items. “Oh, he’s so cute, Daddy.”
The same bear that was decorating the bottle was now in his hands and the bear was holding a small soft blanket that Stefan immediately started rubbing between his fingers. The fact that the bear's T-shirt and the blanket were decorated with little books made it seem very Stefan. “It’s so soft.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the blanket or the bear because he was petting both of them. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome.” I gave him another head kiss, but he was completely focused on his presents.
Wrapping one arm around the bear, he unwrapped the last one and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Oh, a bookmark.”
He laughed as he read the inscription on the metal bookmark. “If I can’t take my book, I’m not going.”
It’d seemed perfect for the cutie who brought a book everywhere with him, even the grocery store.
“I thought it was very you.” Leaning over his shoulder, I kissed his cheek. “And now we have a way to save our place no matter what we’re reading.”
“What if we read lots of stuff?” He smiled as he turned the shiny present over in his hand. “We might need more than one.”
I liked that idea.
“Then we’ll have to get another one of these or maybe we can pick out more together.” I approved of anything that made him think of staying with me for the long run.
Nodding excitedly, he held up his bear and the bookmark. “I’m ready.”
That seemed to mean he was ready to be read to, so I nodded. “Alright, I’m going to wash your binkie and get you a drink in your bottle while you pick out a book. There are no right or wrong books, so I want you to find something that makes you happy.”
None of the guys had been exactly sure what he liked to read, but the general consensus had been he’d like anything because they’d seen him read everything from Star Trek books to the thesaurus as he’d eaten in the diner.
That had been good to know but stressful.
“Yes, Daddy.” Pushing up onto his knees, Stefan didn’t seem to realize how cute he looked as he climbed over my leg and knee walked over to the shelves. “You’ve got lots of books.”
“I like books.” I just didn’t always make enough time for them, but I had a feeling that would change with Stefan in my life.
Chapter 11
Stefan
Daddy had a plan and lots of books, so it seemed polite to just take my bear and go pick out something for him to read to me. He’d even gotten me presents. I got a bear with a blankie that I was supposed to rub because that was just what I was supposed to do with it, and I’d even gotten a fancy bookmark.
It was metal and wouldn’t even go melty if I accidentally dropped it in hot chocolate.
Daddy was very smart to think ahead like that even if I hadn’t told him about how hard it was to carry books and hot chocolate and cookies at the same time.
“Narnia.” Daddy had picked out lots of books just for me.
I wasn’t even being selfish thinking that because it was obvious. There were Daddy books on history and work stuff and a sci-fi series about a space lawyer I knew he loved…and then there were fun books like Narnia and Sesame Street and ones about cartoons I knew were on TV right now.
“Did you find what we should read?” Daddy came back with my binkie and my bottle filled with water and smiled as I held up the book. “Oh, that’s a good choice. We can work our way through the whole series.”
He kept talking and looking like it was all perfectly normal, so I was having a hard time remembering that I was worried about what he’d think and what would happen. He might not like me with a binkie. He might think I didn’t cuddle right. There was a lot that could go wrong.
“Can I help or do you want to hold everything by yourself?” He looked down at all my new special things and was nice about letting me decide.