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"Chicken nuggets it is."
Chapter 6
Cory
I wake up in a cloud. A fluffy, cozy, oh-so-warm-and-fuzzy cloud. Yet—there’s something pricking my shoulder.
Fluttering my eyes open, I lay eyes on a very sleepy Leaf. His scruffy, chiseled jaw is what’s poking me.
I run two fingers across his jaw. I pretend they’re snowboarding, coursing down his killer cheekbones, then leaping onto the ski lift of his nose.
When they bounce off his plush, red lips, Leaf’s eyelids crack open.
He pushes out a groan, then snakes his right arm around my waist. "Tell Daddy what you’re doing, silly boy."
Oh. Oh. Leaf is still down to call himself Daddy.
Well, this is a welcome surprise as any. I have to admit—I thought he slipped up when he allowed me to use that title yesterday.
I mean, let’s be real—I couldn’t stop calling him Daddy all throughout dinner. While I munched on chicken nuggets (dino-shaped, my favorite), dunked fries in ketchup, and sipped big glasses of chocolate-brownie milk, the word seemed to spring forth from my lips of its own accord.
"Daddy—pass me the fries."
"Daddy—I want more ketchup."
"Daddy—I’m sorry I didn’t say please. I’ll remember next time."
To hear that Leaf isn’t fed up with me calling him Daddy? Yeah—dream come true.
"Nothing, Daddy." I pack this statement with as much sincerity as I can muster. Since I’ve now hidden my skiing hand under my pillow, I should be safe in an interrogation.
Leaf hits me with a stern glare. "Don't lie to me."
Uh oh. Was I lying? I didn’t think I was.
Tell the truth. You don't want Leaf to give you a spanking.
I clear my throat. "I was skiing on your face, Daddy."
"Skiing?" Leaf pushes out a snort. "I’d have thought a city boy like you would be skateboarding."
My jaw tumbles to the mattress. Leaf… understands the game I’m playing. Skiing, skateboarding—he’s not in shock that I’m running my fingers over his face, no. He’s merely confused as to what sport.
Don’t act so surprised. Leaf’s been a Daddy before—he knows all the games Littles play.
My cheeks turn pink. "I was downhill skiing."
"In that case, everything makes sense."
I rest my cheek on his chest. "Silly Daddy. Do I look like a skateboarder?"
"You don't look like a skier, either."
I make a frowny face. "I’d fall flat on my bum if I tried to skateboard."
Leaf pinches my cheek. "I’d catch you."
My eyes lock on his. Dare I say, a spark drifts out of his irises and floats into mine.
