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I giggled but made my eyes really wide like Charlie when he’d been naughty. “Oh, Daddy. Why would you say that?”

I hadn’t lied.

I was amazing.

He barked out a laugh. “Naughty boy.”

Maybe, but I’d made Daddy laugh and he’d started rubbing my back. So I took a sip of my grown-up juice and waited and waited and waited.

It made Daddy sigh again, but he wasn’t too dramatic that time. “Yes, we’re allowed to be yellow about things. Especially when something is new.”

“That’s right.” More cheek kisses for my good boy Daddy. “But it’s also okay to remember that even if something makes us yellow, it can make our scene partner or naughty friend very green. Austin has lots of stuff that he’s very bright green on but that makes me nervous.”

Leaning in close, I whispered into Daddy’s ear. “He even thinks it’s green to get a diaper changed downstairs where everyone can watch.”

Daddy raised one eyebrow as I sat back. “Well, Austin does like being watched.”

Oh yes.

“But I’m yellow on that and maybe I’m red.” I shrugged without making my juice slosh at all. Nope. I didn’t spill it. “I don’t know yet but that’s okay too.”

“It is okay.” Daddy liked talking about me better, but since that was kind of a Daddy thing to do, I didn’t mind. “It’s something we can talk about later if you want. I don’t think that would be red for me.”

That was fascinating.

“Why?” Daddies were so interesting.

“I don’t know.” Giving me a thinking frown, he shrugged. “My first thought was that I wouldn’t mind taking care of you and my second was kind of…well…it was that I wouldn’t mind showing off how cute you were.”

Giggling, I kissed his cheek again. “I am cute, Daddy.”

He kissed my cheek that time. “See? Another thing we agree on.”

We were amazing.

Taking another sip, I wiggled just a tiny bit closer to Daddy so he could snuggle me better. Perfect. He hugged me tighter and his hand was even on my leg, rubbing my thigh.

“Wiggly boy.” He was trying to look serious but he smiled. “You like hugs, huh?”

Nodding, I squirmed closer again. “Yes, Daddy.”

He liked that answer because both hands wrapped around me. “I’m glad. I like cuddling too.”

I wasn’t sure he’d done it enough, though, because he looked very thinky about it. “We can cuddle lots.”

That would make it a very good date no matter what else we did.

“I would like that.” Reaching up behind me, he ran his hand over my head and wasn’t sad or happy, just looking and thinking. “But I think we’d both like it if we did more than cuddle.”

“Maybe.” My silly tone had him chuckling. “But I like Daddy cuddles.”

Daddy Tyson kissed my forehead before relaxing back on the couch and pulling me closer. “What makes Daddy cuddles different? I bet Austin or your friends in the playroom would cuddle you. Didn’t you say that Silas gave you hugs too?”

Nodding, I took one more sip of my juice and handed it to Daddy. “All done.”

“Good boy.” He gave me a cheek kiss as he set my glass down.

“Daddy cuddles mean you don’t have to worry about wiggling too much because ofthings.” I shrugged. Things couldn’t be helped. “And they rub your back and sometimes your tummy and legs without worrying.”

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