Chapter 15
Klynn
“I don’t have fancy jammies like the other littles.” I gave Daddy the oh well shrug as he ran my towel over my head again. Daddy didn’t like the magic way to dry me. He said it was something but he wouldn’t say what something was.
Daddy was scared of the magic wind.
He was silly but that was okay because I’d been silly at the store. “Walmart was big.”
“There are a lot of options in Walmart.” Daddy kissed my nose as he wrapped the towel around me. “And it’s kind of confusing sometimes. But we’ll pick out some fun jammies for you when we do the work stuff.”
Daddy was silly about talking too but that was okay. He didn’t have to talk about going back and forth stuff if he didn’t want to. Colors were for talks too. I remembered that because I was smart. But Daddy might need a ’minder.
“Toys and jammies.” Daddy was going to help. “What else?”
We had to do big shopping for here and for there if we were going back and forth.
“Earth books?” Hmm. “The bedtime story ones. Lots of books have bedtime stories in them.”
Daddy looked sneaky as he put my shirt on.
“You’ve got the naughty smile look this time, Daddy.” I narrowed my eyes and gave him the Daddy being skeptical look I’d seen him give me. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.” Daddy’s word said nothing but his smile said something. Happy somethings this time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Yep, he was being sneaky.
But the rules said I had to pretend not to see it.
“Okay.” I could be sneaky too, so I kissed his cheek. “Best Daddy ever.”
Ha.
Now he had the Daddy look that time. “Thank you.”
Ha.
He knew I was being sneaky but he had to pretend not to see it too.
Daddy tried to hide that he thought I was sneaky as he picked up my jammie bottoms off the bed, but I was a better sneaky faker. “Let’s finish getting you ready so you can tell me a story.”
Was he being silly or did he forget?
“You’re wearing clothes, Daddy. Outside clothes.” He needed jammie clothes. “I’m a good helper. Don’t worry.”
I’d been doing Pooh stuff when I’d been getting all clean with bubbles.
Think.
Think.
Think.
Daddy looked at himself as he got down low to help me. “You’re right. I hadn’t thought of that. What should I wear?”
“Sleepovers mean Daddy jammies but I don’t have those. I got Daddy-size pants, though. They’re soft.” They were almost like the big boy pajamas that Daddies wore. “I’ll help you.”
Daddy helped me.
I helped Daddy.
We were both good helpers because that’s what mates did.
“Thank you.” Daddy stood up and got my pants in place. “All set.”
“Ta-da.” I stepped back and showed him how I looked because I was supposed to. That was the rule. “See?”
“You look wonderful.” Daddy kissed my forehead as I finished my circle. “Are all pajamas here like this?”
Like what?
I looked down.
Hmm.
“Like they stick to you?” When I looked up, Daddy nodded and made the yes sound. “Yep. Little kids. Big kids. Grown-ups.”
Daddy sighed.
Silly Daddy.
“I got pants for you, Daddy. No jammies.” Hmm. “I read a book about a boy that didn’t like being stuck in his clothes. Do jammie pants make you feel stuck?”
Oh, he scrunched his face up. “I can deal with it if I have to.”
Why would he have to?
“You don’t have to.” Cheek kiss time. “Some book Daddies sleep naked. Do you do that?”
I was so smart.
Daddy was pretending to look innocent as he shrugged. “Sometimes. But I have pajamas in my room I can bring over for our next sleepover.”
Oh, I’d read this in a book.
I was so smart.
“I read a book about a Daddy who had to buy jammies for his sleepover with his boy.” He’d been silly too. “He never wore jammies but he was worried about his boy seeing his penis.”
I didn’t reach for Daddy’s pants because I had good manners but I looked at them. “I’m not scared of your penis. I’m sure it’s pretty too.”
He groaned but I didn’t giggle.
Nope.
I was being his good helper and his big boy.
“Okay, so clearly I don’t need to worry about what I’m sleeping in.” Daddy got grumbly but that was because he’d been worried.
Worries were okay because they meant I was special.
He’d be work Daddy if I wasn’t special.
But I was.
So he needed more cheek kisses.
Now I knew why all the books said everyone gave so many kisses.
“Nope.” I used the best words. “You’re Daddy.”
And my mate…and his squirmies said he knew that too.
Silly Daddy.
“I’m going to take my own advice here.” Daddy stood taller and looked serious. “I usually sleep naked if I’m at home. I sleep in pajamas on work trips because sometimes those go very badly and hotels catch fire and governments go through random military takeovers at awkward times.”
Daddy was so cute and he was going to have lots of stories.
“We got the spell on the door so no one can come in unless it an emergency.” Oh, I could see Daddy thinking. “Even the naughty professor wouldn’t break the privacy spell. He’d get in trouble.”
Daddy sighed.
We were saved.
No more worries.
“Then I’ll sleep naked but we can put the pants you have for me at the bottom of the bed just in case.” Daddy looked around the room, still being serious. “But you probably have spells that will keep the building safe from fires and things like that.”
Daddy was going to have lots of scary stories.
“Yes. No fires and stuff like water and dinosaurs can’t get in either.” We were big safe. “What else? Oh. If we stop breathing or do something like die then the safety spells make noise. Lots of noise.”
Daddy laughed. “Do something like die, huh? That’s good to know too.”
“I’m helpful.” The spells were supposed to be helpful too. But I was more special. “I get kisses ’cause I was helpful.”
I gave him my cheek and he laughed again before he kissed me. “Good boy, Daddy.”
Ha.
He laughed more.
“I don’t know…” He got his teasing frown. “Good boys probably wear jammies.”
Daddy wanted to be naughty, so I gave him my thinking frown and tapped my chin. “Hmm…my Daddy doesn’t wear jammies…so he’s…a naughty boy.”
Ha.
Daddy’s naughty smile peeked out. “Quite possibly, but tonight you owe me a story.”
Naked Daddy story time.
That was silly too.
“Got to get in bed first.” I shrugged. “That’s the rules.”
“You’re so smart.” Daddy kissed my head and looked down at himself. “Do you want to help me get naked or do you need to use the potty?”
English had so many words.
It was amazing.
“No. I’m your helper.” Then Daddy would see he didn’t need to worry. “Hands up.”
Daddy wasn’t wearing his suit clothes that the diner men liked but he had a sweater over a fancy shirt and still looked like he’d make the diner men happy. He didn’t seem to understand that, though.
Maybe Daddy didn’t have a mirror?
Some characters in books didn’t understand how they looked either.
“Good job, naughty Daddy.” That had Daddy pressing his lips together and trying not to show me his silly side. “Hmm…what do I do with a naughty Daddy?”
I knew.
Ha.
I was so funny.
And smart.
“I don’t know but I’m slightly suspicious.” Daddy’s head popped out of his sweater and he looked like he knew I was being sneaky. He was smart too. “What do you do with a naughty Daddy?”
Distract him so he didn’t worry.
I was a good helper and I knew how to take care of my Daddy.
“Ask his limits because those are important.” I tried to look like Lorne when he was being sneaky because he never looked as naughty as he was. “What are your limits for bedtime, naughty Daddy?”
Had to hear those before I got him naked.
That was a big rule in the books but Kenzie didn’t seem to think that was important. His human friend said that was because Kenzie was naughty.
They were all naughty but I was a good boy who followed the rules.
Daddy huffed and made a laugh sound. “You’re very smart.”
So smart I didn’t look sneaky.
Ha.
“Well, I really want cuddles when we’re in bed, so I’m green on any kind of cuddles.” Daddy got thinky as I worked the silly human buttons that were tiny-tiny-tiny. “So to me that means I’m green with any touching you want to do.”
Hmm.
Oh.
I was so smart.
“There was a book where the boy didn’t like touches and so his Daddy wrapped him up in a sheet.
That’s the thin blanket you use. Oh. The pretzel people don’t have those.
I read that in a book too.” I learned sooo much.
“Do you need to be wrapped up? We can use a blanket. Then you’d get cuddles but no touching naked parts. ”
I was like a pretzel person and didn’t have a sheet either.
But I wasn’t human and didn’t always understand their mate stuff.
“I’m going to have to work on my responses because worrying about you is still the first thing on my mind.” Daddy frowned, then did his stand taller, straighten thing. “My boy knows how to safeword and will tell me what he’s thinking.”
Yep.
“’Cause that’s the rule.” Duh. Yes, that was a good sound word too. “I have to take care of you so that means I have to use my colors and my words.”
Until Daddy could read my mind and then we’d do that mostly.
That was what all the other mated couples did, so it would be fine.
“I’ve never had anyone in my life that mattered as much as you do, so it might take me a while to remember not to worry so much.” Daddy looked like he needed the “mates are always compatible” speech but he didn’t want to talk about mate stuff yet.
“Me mattering lots is why you don’t need to worry.” I needed to take Daddy on a date so we could talk about mate stuff. “I’m not silly or dangerous or scary. I don’t even threaten to eat people. I’m nice and I like rules.”
Daddy smiled and kissed my forehead. “You’re right. You are amazing and I’m glad you like rules. Life would be a lot more difficult if I had to worry about you eating my parents if they upset you.”
Sparkly dragons were dangerous, so I was glad I was the plain kind.
“You got to tell me family stories tomorrow, Daddy.” Yes. That was a good distraction while I took his shirt off. “I need to know funny stories because that will show them that I’m important.”
His chuckling sound made me smile but the way he slid his feet out of his shoes said he was already not worrying even more. “Well, considering I’ve never brought anyone home, they’re going to know you’re special to me.”
Oh.
“That’s big special, Daddy.” I’d read about that in books too. Some Daddies only brought their mate home even though they didn’t know to use the mate word. “You have to tell me the good manners though, Daddy.”
I liked knowing the rules.
“I will tell you stories and show you the manners stuff and it will be a wonderful visit.” Daddy got his confused frowny face on as I reached for his pants. “We might have to figure out the timing, though. They’re in Europe right now and I’m going to have to work on getting you a passport.”
The travel book.
I knew that one.
“I look human.” And I’d read books about getting fake papers, so I could help too. “I’m from Florida.”
I lowered my voice and whispered to be silly and distract him as I pushed his pants and undies down. “That way they know why I’m weird if I do something not human.”
Daddy laughed and laughed.
I was very funny.
“God, you’re right.” Daddy shook his head but gave me a big smile as he stepped out of his pants. “Nearly everywhere we go, if you tell them you’re from Florida that will excuse almost anything.”
Yep.
I’d read that in a book too.
Daddy was lucky he had such a smart mate…and he’d tell me that once he could say mate.