Page 40 of His Last Chase

Chase broke up a couple of nuggets and put them in the mac and cheese and then poured the buffalo sauce in and mixed it up.

“Oh, that’s perfect.” He dug in and shoveled in a spoonful.

“Careful so you don’t choke.” Chase nodded but kept eating.

Note to self, next time I make mac, add chicken and buffalo sauce.That actually sounded pretty good and would make a meal by itself.

Chase ate every piece on his plate. “Did you want seconds?”

“Are we having ice cream?”

Ah, desserts. Another mystery unlocked. “We are.”

“Then no thank you. Thank you for dinner, it was yummy.” Chase rose, rinsed his plate, and put it in the dishwasher. “Can we watch a movie tonight? Nothing scary, though. I do not like being scared.”

“And I don’t like it when my boy is scared. Why don’t you find something we can watch while I clean up and wash your PJs.”

“Okay, Daddy.” He kissed my cheek and scampered off to the living room.

Chase, whether big or little, was the most adorable man I had ever met.

“What did you find?” I handed him his bowl.

“Yay, sprinkles!” He took a bite. “Dunno. Nothing caught my eye.”

He was occupied inhaling his ice cream, so I grabbed the remote and did a quick search.

“How about this?” The newest version of his favorite hero in cartoon format was on.

“Yes.” His head bobbed and I counted down to the inevitable.

Three.

Two.

One.

“Owie, owie, owie!” Chase rubbed his forehead.

“Eating ice cream too fast is no fun. Slow it down, Songbird.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“No need to apologize. Are you okay now?”

“Yes.”

And back to shoveling it in. Some lessons were learned the hard way. Repeatedly.

Chapter Nine

Chase

“I love my new jammies.” If I wasn’t afraid of being teased I’d wear them all the time. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Amazing how easily that word came naturally now. Everything with Daddy made me free, uninhibited even. I just wanted to play and have fun and snuggle. Yes, lots and lots of snuggles.

“Time for bed, Little Songbird. Want Daddy to read the other story he got to you?”