Page 83 of His Last Chase
“I asked my Daddy for a puppy. Maybe Daddy Timothy could help us find the right one?” I got excited just thinking about it. Animals always brought my little out and he was peeking around the corner again.
“Yes, my Daddy totally would!”
“Chase, I’d love to help you and Daddy Casey find the right pup for you. I volunteer at a local rescue and will meet you there when you’re ready.” Daddy Timothy was awesome, and he was gonna help me get my puppy.
I glanced over at my Daddy. “We would love that, Daddy Timothy, and graciously accept your offer. I’ll be in touch.”
“Yay! I’m getting a puppy!” I danced around and David laughed.
“Good job, little man. You deserve a pup of your own.” I hugged David then ran for the pool.
“Cannonball!”
David chased me in, and the madness began. We didn’t stop until Jordan hollered it was time to eat.
We dried and changed and hit the kitchen.
“Look, Daddy,” Jamie hollered, “mini tacos and burritos and chimis!”
“Good job, Jordan,” Daddy Jensen said. “Perfect littles food. Do you cater parties and events?”
“Ely and I absolutely do and doing this for Casey was a great experience for us. Ely helped but he and Rhone wanted to get home to his sister so they couldn’t stay.” What a way for Jordan and Ely to drum up business. I bet tons of Daddies and Mommies at the club would totally use them for their parties and munches.
Our Daddies put our food in these coolio trays that even had slots for dippy sauces. Daddy gave me three burritos, three tacos, and three mini chimis with salsa, pico, and guacamole to dip them in. I loved them all.
“This is nummy, nummy, nummy,” Jamie sang as he dipped away.
“Dippy, dippy, dippy,” Henry sang as he did the same.
David and Jordan joined us at the table with plates of their own.
“This is yummy, Jordan. Thank you,” I said as I shoved an entire mini bean burrito in.
“Careful, little man, don’t choke,” David warned.
“Sorry, Daddy David.” There, my little came out of hiding. Good boy. “He-he.”
“What’s so funny, Songbird?” Daddy asked.
“Just my head being sillyis all.”
“Is there dessert?” Jamie had guacamole on his chin, and I giggled. Daddy Timothy rolled his eyes and wiped it off.
“You have another taco to finish, Jamie.”
“I know.” He shimmied in his seat and sang his nummy song as he finished it off. “There, Daddy,” he held his hands up and they were covered in bits of everything. Daddy Timothy shook his head and wiped him off. “Now can I have dessert?”
Not sure if this was what Jordan expected with my new friends, but he was smiling so I figured it was okay.
“I made bite-sized eclairs for dessert.” Jordan was a hit at this party.
“Yay!” The three of us cheered and threw our hands in the air but Henry hadn’t been wiped off yet and he flung cheese that landed on Daddy Mitchell.
“Henry, sometimes I don’t know what to do with you,” Daddy Mitchell said as he wiped him down.
“Just love me, Daddy, that’s all I ask.” Henry’s Daddies each kissed one of Henry’s cheeks.
“That, my sweet boy, we can promise to do.” Daddy Jensen was a nice Daddy.