Page 36 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

“I almost forgot about that. What’s for lunch?” My tummy was grumbly and empty.

“Daddy ordered pizza.”

“Mmm I love pizza. But when did you get it?” I didn’t remember seeing Daddy leave.

“My love, you were so into your little song as you plant, plant, planted away.” Daddy winked at me. “I was able to meet the delivery person at the door without you so much as noticing I was gone.”

Huh, guess we found another way to keep my overactive brain occupied.

Our tummies were filled with wonderful pepperoni and gooey cheese. By the time we finished showering, I was already yawning. Tucked up under Daddy’s arm and with my favorite binky in the form of Daddy’s nipple in my mouth, it didn’t takemuch for my eye lids to grow heavy and my brain to completely shut down.

“Time to wake up, sleepy bee.”

“Five more minutes, Daddy.”

“We’ll be late to Daddy Adam and Brandon’s house. I hear he has a really cool playroom.”

Playroom? That got me up.

“Thought that might work. Let’s get dressed then while Daddy gets the dessert we’re bringing together you can pack up your bumble bee backpack.”

I was so excited when Daddy gave it to me. He finds the bestest gifts, but I was running out of room for all these goodies on the toy shelves in the living room.

Daddy got me dressed in my Daddy’s Little Bee T-shirt and shorts while I packed Bumble and his friend Humble. Daddy laughed so hard when I shared the name with him. They rhymed and a bumble bee was a humble bee, so it just made sense to me.

“Oh, I almost forgot Brandon’s gift.” I snagged it off the entry table right where Daddy left it and snugged it into my bag. “All ready, Daddy.”

“Right on time, Sweet Bee. Let’s go.”

“You’re here!” Brandon screamed as he ran outside right when we pulled up.

“Little boy, what did Daddy tell you?”

“Not to run. Sorry, Daddy.” Brandon’s face didn’t match the apology at all. Maybe he liked getting into trouble, but I sure didn’t.

“Adam, good to see you.” Daddy and Adam shook hands while Brandon squeezed me super tight.

“Come on, boys,” Daddy Adam said. “Let’s head inside.”

“I’ve been so excited for you to get here today. It took too long for you to get here, and waiting was sooo hard. Come see my room.” As soon as we walked inside, Brandon took my hand and practically dragged me down the hallway.

“Little boy, remember your manners.” Daddy Adam’s voice echoed behind us.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Another fake apology but I was equally as excited to play with my friend.

“Oh, I brought you something.”

He squealed and nearly put his head in my backpack. “I can’t get it out with your head in the way. You’re so silly, Brandon.”

“I love prezzies.”

“Me, too. Here you go.” I handed him the giftbag. “I hope you like it.” I didn’t remember ever giving a friend a gift. Did I even have any friends when I was younger? Or really, at all?

Brandon was honestly my first friend ever.

“Oh. My. God.” Brandon squealed so loud I jumped. “Sorry. But I love it. The Little Bumble Bee brought me a bumble bee stuffy of my own. Daddy!” He took off running down the hall with me following him. “Look what Trevor got me.”

“That was very nice of Trevor. Did you tell him thank you?” Daddy Adam reminded him. Brandon blinked a couple of times.

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