Chapter 13
Klynn
Dino nuggets.
Silliest hoard ever.
Sillier than the paper hoard.
Messy. Messy. Messy.
“A food hoard would make me hungry.” And get yucky probably. They’d get stinky. “No nuggets, Daddy.”
“Hmm…” He made thinking sounds as the food got ready, scrunching up his face to look cute. “Is it the little figurines on your shelves? The…little statues? I don’t know what else to call them.”
“No. But that’s a good guess.” Daddy was smart. “My cousin makes those, so I get them for special days. They’re supposed to be family people.”
Daddy cocked his head. “Real people?”
“He needs more practice.” I was nice, though. “But we say thank you, and I’ll teach you how to show you’re being nice.”
Daddy would have to practice too.
“Oh.” Daddy sat straighter. “I’m going to get them too, aren’t I?”
“Yeppers.” Ha. That was a good word too. “He likes special days, so he might want to do the Earth ones too.”
They had lots we could borrow.
Christmas.
New Year’s.
Groundhog Day.
Halloween.
Boxing Day.
The light holiday where they set things on fire.
The not English ones were hard to remember, but all holidays were fun.
“Well, you’re going to show me how to be nice so I’m not going to worry about that.” Daddy smiled as he looked down at himself and twitched. “It’s something like that.”
He was so funny.
And smart too.
“You watch good, Daddy.” We made tiny wiggles and shifts to show stuff, and I was gonna teach Daddy all about it. “You’ll learn fast.”
“Thank you.” Daddy gave me another big Earth smile and leaned back in his chair as he pretended to look suspicious. “But don’t think you distracted me.”
My hoard.
He was so cute.
“I know what it is.” He was confident because there was only one thing left. I didn’t have lots of stuff because big me wasn’t a stuff person. Little me was a stuff person. “Books.”
“Ya. You did it.” Smart Daddy was a proud Daddy. “But now I have fun books for my hoard. Not just our books.”
Ours weren’t fun…but I’d found my fun books.
They’d just been on Earth waiting for me…like Daddy.
“I think that’s a wonderful hoard.” Daddy’s smile was big-big-big. “And I’m very glad you found fun books for your hoard.”
Me too.
History and poetry books were kind of sad.
My dinosaur book was almost fun but it was mostly science and not many pictures.
“I got lots now.” Oh. Oh. “And it works. Me and Lorne were right and smart.”
More big smiles from Daddy.
“I’m so glad. I was worried about that but I didn’t want to ask you about it until we had privacy.” He shrugged looking silly. “Then we were playing and I forgot.”
“We had fun with the blocks.” We got distracted. “Toys take up all the thinking space.”
I made Daddy laugh. “I think that’s a wonderful description.”
Daddy thought I was smart.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Nice Daddy got cheek kisses. That was what the books said. “I’ll show you my other books later.”
Daddy might like boring books.
“That’s a great idea.” Daddy looked naughty and his arms caught me. “Gotcha. I need big cuddles while dinner cooks.”
Daddy needed lots of attention.
Hmm.
“Do you want lap cuddles or couch cuddles?” No bed cuddles or we’d fall asleep or get distracted. Naps were fun. My books said so. “Thank you for telling me you need attention.”
Yes, I had to make sure he knew he was doing a good job.
“I need…” What did I need? He had to take care of me too. “I think I need couch cuddles.”
“Thank you for telling me.” Daddy stood up and kissed my nose, keeping me trapped still. “What makes lap cuddles and couch cuddles different?”
Oh.
Well, Daddy never had a little before.
That meant I was big special and not just mate special but I was going to have to be the teacher. That was okay, though, because I’d read books with new Daddies and I could do it. “I’ll show you, Daddy.”
He knew the answer…he just didn’t know it.
Daddy had good instincts like a dragon but he just didn’t know how to listen to them yet.
“Thank you, baby.” Daddy let me go but just enough to take my hand because he still needed touching. “Learning things with you is going to make being your Daddy even more special.”
Even better than being mate special.
I didn’t know how to tell that to Daddy, though, so I gave him a big cheek kiss that made him smile as he gave me a big one-arm hug. “Thank you, baby.”
I was Daddy’s baby like the boys in the books.
I’d take good care of him…once I could make the words work again.
They got stuck but that was okay because Daddy knew to sit down on the couch. He was patient and even let me do big swallows to move the boulder in my throat.
Throat rocks were big sometimes.
I was going to teach Daddy good.
I could do it.
Lap cuddle first, so I sat down on his lap making him chuckle. “Hmm, let me think…you’re going to show me lap cuddles to start with?”
He was so silly.
“Yes.” Because I was his good helper. “And you did a good job. You wrapped your arms around me and you snuggled me just like you’re supposed to.”
That was a very good start.
What next?
Oh, explanations.
Yes, humans liked those…everyone from Earth liked those.
“For lap cuddles, arms go around me to keep me from falling but I won’t wiggle, because I’m smart.” I wasn’t going to get bonked by doing something silly. “Lap cuddles are for talking and cheek kisses and important stuff.”
Mates had to do that sometimes.
Daddy nodded, giving me his thinking face and showing me he was learning lots. “I hadn’t thought about it like that but you’re right. That’s what I’ve seen other Daddies and littles doing.”
Good.
That would make remembering easier.
“We can do lap cuddles on the couch or the chairs, but I think they’re mostly chair cuddles.” I shrugged when he looked down at my lap and chuckled. “We’re practicing.”
“So couches are for couch cuddles, huh?” Daddy’s head went side to side as he studied us. “You know, your legs don’t fit right on the couch like this. They’re kind of half on the couch and half off. You’re very smart.”
And Daddy was smart to know how smart I was.
“Thank you.” Cheek kiss for Daddy so he’d remember he liked it when I was smart. “Now we’ll practice couch cuddles.”
I scooted my bottom to the couch and curled up against his chest. Daddy was so smart his arms moved to the right place without me having to tell him. I knew he could do it. “Good job, Daddy.”
He started to make some kind of laughing sound but it turned into a moan or sigh or something like that when I rubbed my face against his chest. “I can go higher and hide against your neck for some stuff. That’s a couch position too.
But I like this. I read about it and I knew I’d like it with you. ”
“I knew I’d like this with you too.” Daddy shifted lower on the couch so he could hold me better. “The first time I saw you in that stupid meeting I knew you were special.”
Because I was Daddy’s mate.
That made me big special.
“You were mad at the naughty men but you were nice to me.” Daddy knew I was important. “You used good manners and you asked me questions.”
No diner questions or nothing like that.
“You were so cute and I wanted to take your hand but I knew that wasn’t good manners.” Daddy sighed. “I was a stranger to you and humans just don’t go up to people in work meetings and tell them how cute they are.”
Mates did.
They just didn’t usually say cute.
We told mates they were nice or attractive or smart…more boring stuff than cute.
“The diner men would’ve liked that.” Daddy’s groan made me feel silly, so I teased him more. “They’d have said good job and then something naughty.”
He made more funny sounds. “I don’t even want to imagine that.”
It would probably make Daddy grumpy, so he needed a distraction. “You can imagine what else we do for couch cuddles, Daddy.”
Yes. That was much better than diner nonsense.
Ha.
Daddy made the naughty kind of laugh. “I think I’m going to like that. Hmm…let me think.”
He made Pooh sounds like in the cartoon I’d seen, so I let him play pretend and petted his chest to give him ideas. He liked ideas and made more happy sounds as I snuggled closer. “I think couch cuddles need more touching. Is that right?”
“You’re so smart, Daddy.” And funny. “Like this.”
I took his arm and moved it so his hand would rub my back and down to my bottom. Bottoms liked pets too. They just did. The books said so and the other littles had said so lots of times where anyone could listen.
“I like couch cuddles.” Daddy ran his hand over my back and down to my bottom. He gave it a pat-pat-pat and laughed when I shivered. “I think it’s okay if I have a favorite cuddle type.”
He was so silly.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged and sighed like the Earth people. “We haven’t done bed cuddles yet.”
Those were supposed to be lots of fun too but I’d never done that. The other littles had and the characters in my books too, so I was pretty sure I knew how good bed cuddles were going to be.
“You’re right.” He hummed and sighed. “We’ll have to practice those after dinner. Then I’ll be able to pick and know which one is my favorite. What do you think your favorite will be?”
He made me giggle.
He just did stuff like that.
But littles made lots of sounds to help their Daddies know what to do.
So I had to.
“Bed cuddles.” Books made them sound very nice. “Because bed cuddles have tickles and kisses and close snuggles and wiggles. Some mates even do funishment playtime when they have bed cuddles. I read that in my books and Lorne talked about it.”
Daddy groaned. “He talked about a lot in that meeting that went all cockeyed.”
He had funny words.
“Oh, um, the meeting that was a disaster and just kept getting worse.” Daddy kissed my head and huffed. “English has too many words. We need to pair it down a bit.”
I didn’t think anyone would let him do that. All the people I’d met that used English liked all the words and kept making up new ones. It seemed to be some kind of hobby or game they were playing with other languages. English wanted to win so they kept making up new ones.
And since it seemed like I was on Team English because Daddy was, we had to let it win.
The littles in my books would shrug and go oh well.
“It’s okay.” I gave Daddy more pats as he rubbed my bottom. “You can just teach me all the funny ones you know so that I can have the best words.”
Then I could use big ones and make the naughty professor pout.
Yes, that was definitely what Lorne would do.
He liked winning and he was very sneaky.
“That sounded a bit like an evil villain laugh, cutie.” Daddy gave me his suspicious look but I just smiled and made my eyes bigger.
Lorne said that made subs look sweet and innocent…and then they’d get what they wanted…and since even Kenzie had agreed, it had to be right.
“Are you ready for nuggets, Daddy?”
Yes, distraction time.