Page 22 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“Treat him well, that’s all I ask.”

“Lila, that’s an easy promise to make you. Trevor deserves the world, and I intend to give him as much of it as I can.”

My happy little bee came buzzing down the hall, Bumble under one arm and his backpack dangling over the other.

“Here.” I slid it off his shoulder. “Let me help you with that.”

“I can’t believe you still have your old bag, Trevor,” Lila said.

“It still works and it’s not that old. Just from high schoolHe shrugged.

“Alright, we’re off. Lila, you have my number, please don’t hesitate to use it. We’ll only be a quick fifteen minutes away.”

“Thank you, Jayger. You two have fun.”

Trevor gave her a big hug. I adored the relationship they had.

“Bye, Mom.”

“Goodbye, my love.”

“Daddy, Bumble and I are so excited for this weekend.” My happy boy bounced in the seat beside me as we pulled out of the drive.

“Me too. I may have gone a bit silly with all the prezzies, but I just couldn’t stop.”

“Silly Daddy.”

“Question, do you have your driver’s license? I keep opting to pick you up without even asking if you wanted your own vehicle with you. My apologies.”

“No worries, Daddy. I do have my license, but Mom and I only have one car and I don’t like to leave her without one.”

“Such a sweet boy, always thoughtful.”

“I don’t mind you driving if you don’t mind.”

“I do not mind at all. Why don’t you play DJ while I take care of getting us there?”

“Yay!”

What we listened to, I hadn’t a clue, but his delightful serenade, though slightly offkey, was quite entertaining.

The garage opened as we pulled up to the house.

“Oh magic.”

I pointed to the visor. “More like a magic button.”

“Your house is nice with a big front yard. Do you have a dog?”

“I don’t. I work a lot but maybe someday when someone special lives with me we could pick out a dog together that they would help me take care of.” I almost added, “when you live here,” but that was too much too soon and he’d probably run all the way back home. I didn’t dare look at him out of fear my thoughts would give me away.

We pulled into the garage and as the door shut behind us, I grabbed his backpack, then unbelted Trevor.

“I can’t wait to see your house.”

“You mean you can’t wait to see your prezzies,” I teased.

“Maybe both?”

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