Page 119 of Monster Daddies
“I flew!”
“I saw.” Daddy hugged me tight and patted me down. “Are you okay? Your bottom actually came off the slide at the end.”
“I was flying, Daddy.” He had the bestest park ever. “Again.”
Daddy made me stuck.
So I wiggled.
I was stuck more.
Oh, Daddy frown.
Oops.
Hmm.
Oh.
Cheek kiss.
“You made me fly, Daddy.” Yes. Bestest Daddy ever too. “You have a me-size park and I can fly. Catch me again.”
Daddy sighed.
Yay.
“Don’t think I missed what you did there.” Daddy glared and grumbled and looked like he wanted to pout. “You won’t always be able to distract me with cheek kisses and looking so cute.”
Yes.
I could.
All the Littles said so.
I shrugged and shook my head. “No. If you’re my Daddy, the Littles online said it would work.”
Daddy blinked. “Ah, some kind of Little magic.”
“Yep.” So I did it again. It worked. He set me down. “See?”
Now he had to catch me again.
“I’m not sure I like this type of magic, little Roo.” Daddy made big sighs as I raced and ran faster, faster up the stairs. “You might fall.”
“You’re a good catcher, Daddy.” He was big. I liked big. “I fly. You catch. It’s fun.”
He just forgot.
I was going to show him.
“How about we make a deal that you can fly down the slide if you walk slower up the stairs?” Daddy gave me a big, big smile. It was the Daddy version of cheek kisses. I knew it was dangerous. The other Littles said so.
“I’m gonna fly up too. I’m fast.” He needed more cheek kisses. “I’m so tall, Daddy.”
Up.
Up.
