“Do I need to tell you it’s going to be fine again?” For someone who didn’t seem to have more than five outfits, it’d taken him an hour to get ready.
It was really cute, but my favorite part was the way he glared at me like I was crazy. “No.”
“Do you need to rewrap anything?” We’d done that twice in twenty-four hours, so thewhat the fuckexpression was cute too. “Do you need to walk an imaginary dog or color me another picture?”
We’d done that too.
Chipmunk had decided that we needed to practice taking a dog on a walk to see if we wanted to get one.
The outcome…no…imaginary dogs stopped too much to pee and that wasn’t fun.
As he opened his mouth with that same expression on his face, I raised one eyebrow and stopped him before he could dig the hole any deeper. “I expect honesty and politeness from my partner.”
He took a deep breath and then fell back on the bed with a dramatic groan. “They’re going to hate me. I souped you.”
That was what this was about?
“First of all, they’re very excited to meet you. Second, Gary thought it was a genius move and I’m pretty sure Dante and Angel thought I was doing it to myself as some kind of torture.” I’d been a big enough pain in the ass to everyone that I could see how they’d come to that conclusion.
Peeking his eyes open, Chipmunk pouted. “I was mean to you.”
Good grief.
“No, you were helping me to realize I was being mean.” And as far as getting back at me went, it was creative and had made it’s point without going overboard. “Gary especially is excited to meet you. He’s completely taken over the kitchen and is being a pain in the butt about it.”
That got a giggle from Chipmunk. “You made cake with me.”
“We made a wonderful cake together and doing it over here meant I didn’t have to argue with Gary about using the kitchen.” We’d needed to get creative when it came to pans, but a cake with one square tier and one round tier had come out better than I’d expected. “We did great.”
Chipmunk didn’t like cooking but he loved decorating.
And it seemed like the reminder of our creation was enough to have him sitting up and forgetting his panic.
“It’s pretty.” Bouncing on the edge of the bed, he gave me a beaming smile. “It’s got Santa.”
And reindeer and a Christmas tree too.
“It’s the perfect cake, so we have to take it over there and brag about it.” I shrugged as he giggled. “I have to brag. I’ve got the perfect cake and the perfect boyfriend.”
Chipmunk’s giggle said we were still on the right track. “I was sneaky.”
“You were smart.” I huffed and kissed his forehead. “Don’t talk bad about my boy.”
Shoulders shaking with silent laughter, Chipmunk nodded and tried to look serious. “Yes, I was smart and naughty.”
Someone wanted more attention.
Frowning again, I sighed and gave him cheek kisses. “Be nice to my boy. He’s cute and funny.”
And devious.
“Oh, I’m not smart.” He shook his head and pouted. “I forgot.”
He was going to keep going if we didn’t shift things up.
“Oh dear.” Leaning in like I was going to give him another kiss, I made him squeal as I tickled him instead, digging my fingers into his ribs. “I remember all kinds of things, like how cute my boy is when he laughs.”
His squeals filled the house, and once again, I had to admit how great it was to have privacy from roommates. “I…I’m you’re…I’m…”
