Page 118 of Monster Daddies
His smile jumped out and went big, big. “I’m glad you think my aura is pretty, little Roo. I bet yours would be pretty if I could see it. But what I can see is a cutie with a big heart who likes scaring his Daddy.”
No giggles.
No giggles.
“Me, Daddy?” I shook my head and pouted. “Nooo, I’m a good boy.”
But I could go faster, faster, so I took his hand and tugged.
And tugged.
Daddy was big.
That meant he got stuck, but he could carry me so that was okay.
“Let’s fly, Daddy.” He walked when I tugged him again but he rolled his eyes and did a Daddy sigh. Yep, he was a Daddy. They came in all shapes and sizes and talls and shorts and happies and growlies.
“I really hope you’re not talking about the slide.” Daddy groaned when I giggled and we went over to the bigger, bigger ginormous fort with the tallest slide ever. “You’re talking about the slide.”
“Weee…” I let go of Daddy’s hand and spread my arms out as I raced up the stairs and went higher and higher. “I’m gonna fly.”
“That had better be a metaphor for going fast, little Roo.” Daddy got his serious face as he went to the bottom of the slide. “I will not be a happy Daddy if you try to fly.”
Hmm.
I leaned over the tall, tall railing and gave him a Daddy face too. “Spanks?”
He shook his head. “Worse. No desserts and no green.”
Oh.
Serious Daddy.
“Careful flying, Daddy.” Yes. Careful. Careful. “I like green.”
And I liked happy Daddy.
“See?” Higher and higher. “I found it.”
“That did not seem so high up when I walked past it before. Who decided it needed to be five stories tall?” Daddy had the grumblies and frowned and huffed. “This is ridiculous and can’t be safe.”
Fun Daddies not safe Daddies?
“I’m careful, Daddy.” Sit. Wiggle. Wiggle. “Careful.”
Wee…
Faster.
Faster.
Whirl.
Whirl.
Fly.
“For fuck’s sake.” Daddy caught me and swept me up as I flew down. “That’s dangerous.”
