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Charlie giggle. Charlie wave. “Hi….”

Uncle Jarrett frowny. “Well, he seems unlikely to throw the crayons anymore.”

Hmm.

Yes.

“Cookies, Daddy.” Pat. Pat. Pat. “Cookies. Share.”

Daddy huffed.

Daddy puffed.

“Fine.” Daddy say yes. Yay. “But I know that snack tummy thing is nonsense.”

No giggles.

No giggles.

Uncle Jarrett coughed. “Um, yes, that is nonsense no matter what Austin says. Come on in and I’ll make sure he gets a cookie.”

“Thank you.” Daddy snuggly hug his best boy. “I have snacks in his bag but not cookies.”

Daddy got his silly growly voice. “Because someone said they weren’t hungry and didn’t need a treat.”

“Nooo, Daddy.” Kiss. Kiss. “Oops.”

Daddy huffed. “I’m not asking you what you want to bring to the club any longer. That was a fruitless discussion.”

Fruit.

Ha.

More Daddy kisses.

Playtime.

Snack time.

Oh, shows.

Wiggle. Wiggle. Kisses. Down. Binkie. Yay.

Chapter 25

Tyson

Dessie’s only focus was cookies and the cartoon movie on the television, but I was taking in a lot more all at once. The changing table in the corner, the toys, the stuffed animals…and how the Daddy in charge of the playroom was staring at me.

Uncle Jarrett looked very skeptical.

He was an alpha who didn’t seem to appreciate change.

“He’s usually not this little.” Somehow, he thought repeating that would be helpful and it made the little hiding behind him giggle.

Clearly, someone wasn’t worried about Dessie.

Would they be happier if Dessie had immediately started throwing crayons?

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