Page 26 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

After I put my dishes in the sink, I grabbed my bag of goodies and Bumble, plus his new friend, and set everything up on the coffee table. Daddy had the same channels that Mom and I had which made it easy to find my favorite show. But I paused it so Daddy didn’t miss anything.

“What do we have here?” Daddy slid down on the floor beside me. “Which picture shall I color?”

“Do you want me to pick it for you?”

“I have a better idea. What if you color one for Daddy’s fridge and Daddy makes one for you to take home.”

“Best. Idea. Ever!” If I had pom poms I’d have swung them through the air. I was sooo super excited.

Daddy mixed up the two coloring books like a deck of cards. “Silly Daddy,” I got a case of the giggles. “You can’t mix up only two.”

“I can’t? Hmm. Well, then, pick your poison, err, book.” Daddy gasped. “Did you just roll your eyes at your Daddy?”

“Noooo.” Big humungous fib.

“Punishment by tickles!”

I giggled and wiggled and squirmed until my insides hurt.

“Gotta pee! Gotta pee!”

Daddy stole a quick kiss. “Okay, I win. Go pee.”

“You win?”

“Yup.”

Not sure what he won but if he was happy, I was happy. Who was I kidding, this was way better than all the Christmases in my life all rolled into one day.

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“You’re really gonna hang it on the fridge?”

That statement shouldn’t surprise me given what his mother and he shared with me about his past daddy fails, but it did.

“Of course, I am. Are you going to hang up my picture when you get home?”

His head bobbed up and down so fast I wasn’t sure it’d ever stop.

“Then why wouldn’t I hang this one up?”

He shrugged, disbelief marring his adorable face.

“Come with me.”

Trevor followed me over to the fridge, his eyes glued to my every move as I selected the perfect magnets and hung it in place. “Perfecto!”

“Daddy, don’t make me love you if you’re only gonna break my heart.”

“Sweet boy, I can promise you that won’t happen or mine would break right along with yours.”

Constant affirmation. Something I prided myself on giving to my past boys, but this one required it to be tenfold. And that was a challenge this Daddy was more than up for.

“Now, what shall we do next?”

Me personally, I was ready for a nap and at thirty-five, that was saying something. But this little one had an abundance of energy.

I was gonna need more toys.

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