“Always let me or one of my guys go first.”
“Sorry, I’m excited because I haven’t been out there for a few days. Since Brendan’s been gone.”
“It’s okay for you to go outside, but always let one of us go first.”
“Okay.” I nod.
He kisses my nose, and I push him outside.
“So, this is my pixie garden.” I flop on the ground, and he squats next to me. Makes sense he wouldn’t want to get his fancy suit dirty.
“It’s beautiful, rabbit.” He points to a small house made out of a teapot. “Did you make those?”
“Some of them.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
“Some of them were a gift from someone who was trying to get back on my good side,” I accuse playfully.
“Did it work?”
“Not completely.”
“Ah, so more groveling is necessary?”
“Yes.”
“I’d ask what the pixies need, but I don’t see any.”
“Oh, they only come out at night. You should see how pretty they are.”
“Maybe next time I sleep over.”
“You want to sleep over again?”
“Rabbit. We’re going to spend every night together. Here, my house, or a tent.”
“I don’t like camping.” I wrinkle my nose.
“Me neither. But you get the point.”
“Yes, I will always sleep with Daddy, from now until eternity.”
“Exactly.”
God, I hope he means it.
“Here.” I grab him my stool and put on my gloves. “You can sit here while I pull this bad weed.”
“Aren’t all weeds bad?”
“Pixies don’t judge, but they don’t like prickers.” I grab one and pull so hard I fall over when it finally comes out.
Daddy catches me before I can hit my head.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
