Page 134 of Monster Daddies
Daddy that wasn’t Daddy still worried.
“Okay…” I pouted a tiny bit but I did my big boy walk to Bouncy’s seat. “You can do my belt. I’ll let you since that’s not touching or kissing.”
It was belting and he was still pretty.
“Thank you.” Daddy opened the door and didn’t do any touching while I sat down and he was big careful when he put my belt on. “There we go. No touching.”
Whew.
“Why don’t you close your eyes and just listen to me. I think that might be easier.” Daddy shrugged while I made thinky sounds. “Let’s try that while I start driving us home.”
I was a big boy and nodded as I got lots of thinky.
Daddy knew I was being good and closed the door to walk around to the driver’s side. I knew he was Daddy, so I decided to try and closed my eyes. I heard him open the door and groan. “What?”
Daddy laughed and he was real Daddy again. “I forgot to push the seat back.”
Daddy got squished.
He groaned.
He sighed.
I heard the seat move.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz goes the seat.
“That’s much better. I’m starting to see why most of us have SUVs.” Daddy mumbled to himself about car stuff and then I heard it turn on. “We just don’t really fit in anything smaller.”
Daddy was big.
“Do you got a car?” I didn’t see a car. “Do you like walking?”
“I like walking, and no, I don’t own a car. I don’t use them often enough.” Daddy made more thinky sounds as the car started to move. “I share one with my father, though, and I have my driver’s license with this face on it. I never understood why humans hated the DMV until I had to go there myself.”
Daddy was funny.
“You’re laughing but that was very confusing for someone who’d lived in a tiny town all their life.” He sighed as I giggled more. “Nothing around here is that big, so even on trips into the human world we’d stuck to places that I wouldn’t get overwhelmed.”
“DMV is bad naughty.” And loud. And long. And cranky. “You did good, Daddy.”
“Thank you.” Daddy sounded happy as the car moved and turned and slowed again. Click. Click. Click. We were turning. “I’ve done a bit of traveling, and I go do a large grocery trip about every other month to stock up on staples, but most of the time I prefer looking like myself.”
“Good.” Hmm. “You’re still pretty when you’re not yourself.”
And I liked cereal and noodle soup from the can, so I could be brave sometimes.
“Thank you, little Roo.” Daddy hummed to himself as the car slowed again and it got bumpy and darker behind my eyes. “And we’re on the back roads now. I’ll show you how to get here later.”
Later… when I could look later.
“I’ll ’member, Daddy.”
Later.
“That’s right because you’re keeping your eyes closed for me.” Daddy made a happy sound when I nodded. “Then we’re going to watch cartoons and cuddle and hide from my parents.”
They were funny.
