“Little is fine.” All set. All fine. “Brownie?”
“Yes…after we’re done talking.” Daddy was trying to be patient but Daddy didn’t like that. “What if we did brownies and…and a science show or a space show…”
Daddy got thinky and frowny. “You liked rocks when you were little…regular little…we can find a show about rocks.”
“All done ’toons?” Daddy nodded but got his scrunchy face again. “Okay. Rocks.”
I liked rocks.
I liked stars.
I liked fishes.
“Thank you.” Daddy melted into the couch. “That’s much better. So brownies, rocks, and then I’m going to tuck you in bed.”
I wasn’t tired.
Daddy held up his finger like the old Daddies did. “If you tell me you’re not tired, I will forget where I put the brownies.”
Oh.
Meanie Daddy.
“Brownies and rocks, Daddy.” No tired talk. “Space too? Daddy likes space.”
“How did you…” Daddy looked confused. “Never mind. The answer would probably be confusing.”
Cranky Daddy.
“Okay, we have a plan for tonight and tomorrow I’m going to come over and make breakfast for you.” Daddy got his face back. “And I expect to be able to talk to big Teddy and not just my little Chipmunk.”
Hmm…maybe.
“That face…okay…” Thinky. Thinky. Daddy. “Just remember that I can’t help with bubble baths or even put on jammies until after a limits talk.”
Aww.
“Don’t give me that look.” Daddy wanted to cross his arms but I had him cuddle stuck. “I will change shirts and help with shoes and socks but that’s it. Nothing else no matter what kind of pouts or whines you give me. Limits are important.”
Ugh.
Daddies were hard work.
Chapter 7
Levi
“You want to tell me where you’re going?” Dante frowned at me and looked kind of like he thought I was an alien or something, but that might’ve been because it was either early or late for him.
I couldn’t tell and since either way it wasn’t my business, I ignored the rumpled clothes and confused expression.
“Coffee?” I wasn’t going to trust getting anything like that in the kitchen from hell across the street at Teddy’s place because I couldn’t decide how old the damned coffee maker was or if it even worked. It looked like a reject from the eighties and when I’d pointed to it, Chipmunk had winced.
Nope…I wasn’t going to touch it with a ten-foot pole.
“Um, yeah…I think?” Since Dante didn’t seem confident about the answer, I decided he needed it and poured him a cup too. “Thanks.”
He needed to start sleeping over at Ruslan’s place more or just move in.
