Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Honestly, she was surprised that he didn’t want her to start telling him when she peed and pooped.
Actually, she better make sure not to mention that.
She definitely did not want to give him ideas.
But where was she going to hide? She really, really didn’t want to have that disgusting smoothie.
She glanced frantically around her bedroom.
Think, Immy. Think.
The pile of stuffies! For some reason, Abe kept buying her stuffed toys and she didn’t know what to do with them all. They now sat in a corner of her room and she liked to take running jumps at them. They made for a great landing. But they could also be the perfect hiding spot.
She quickly dove into the middle of them, then turned herself around to face her bedroom. She grabbed a couple, pulling them over her face. Hopefully, she was completely hidden.
“Shh, guys,” she said to them. “We have to stay quiet. Don’t give away my location.”
She’d noticed that it actually had become a bit easier to embrace her Little side. Although she didn’t think she had fully worked out what she was supposed to do. Or say.
The guys were being so supportive and it felt like she was letting them down.
God, she hated that feeling and she was having to fight hard to not feel defeated.
“Immy?”
“Shh,” she whispered. “I do not want to eat a smoothie that looks and tastes like cut grass.”
Miss Pippa Porker was staring right at her as she said that. And the look she was giving Immy was super judgmental.
Miss Pippa Porker should really mind her own business. So what if Immy was hiding from one of her best friends? Miss Pippa Porker should try some of that grass smoothie, see if she liked it!
Actually, she probably would, being a pig and all. Maybe Immy could feed it to her next time.
She should have brought Snowy in here with her. He wouldn’t be all judgmental and rude.
“Where is she?” Jenner muttered.
All right, now she was starting to feel a bit bad. But if he wasn’t trying to make her drink grass, she wouldn’t hide from him.
And it was actually really nice in here. Abe had bought her way too many soft toys, though. It was like he was trying to overcompensate for something. Or maybe he thought this would help her embrace her Little side.
The others were doing similar things.
Sampson had bought her a soft blanket and offered to burrito wrap her. Well, that’s the words he’d used. But she knew he’d been offering to swaddle her. That had felt kind of awkward and she’d managed to refuse without hurting his feelings.
Isaiah had bought her several onesies, which were all adorable. But there was no way she could just put them on. It felt strange and not right.
She just wasn’t right. She wasn’t sure what she needed to help her.
Maybe to just be left alone?
Yeah. Look how that has worked for you.
Soon, she couldn’t hear Jenner anymore. But she stayed hidden for a bit longer.
It could be a trick!
Miss Pippa Porker looked at her like she was nuts. But she didn’t understand how tricky Jenner could be. He was smart. And handsome.
All right, being handsome didn’t have anything to do with him being tricky, but she thought it was worth mentioning.
Suddenly, Miss Pippa Porker disappeared and Immy let out a surprise cry. Then her face was replaced by Tobias’s.
Immy put her hand on her chest, breathing heavily. “Tobias! You scared me!”
“Did I?” he asked gravely.
“Yes! What do you think you are doing sneaking up on a person like that?”
“What do you think you are doing, hiding in a pile of stuffed toys?” he countered.
“I’m not hiding,” she told him primly. “I’m simply resting.”
“Resting? It’s not even nine in the morning.”
“I can rest an hour after I get up!”
“Hmm. That must mean you’re not feeling well. Let’s get you into bed and take your temperature.”
“I’m not ill!” she protested as he reached in and pulled her out.
“No?”
“No,” she grumbled, staring down at her feet.
“Then what were you doing?” Tobias asked.
“Umm, I might have been playing hide and seek.”
“Yeah? With who?” he asked.
“Snowy!”
“No, you weren’t.”
Immy gasped. “I was so! Who are you to say that I wasn’t playing hide and seek? You don’t know that I wasn’t.”
“You’re doing the potty dance,” he pointed out.
“It is not the potty dance!” She glanced down at her body. “Unicorn poop.”
“Damn, you’re cute,” he told her.
“That’s a dollar.”
“Except when you’re telling me that I owe the swear jar money,” he added.
“Hey! I take grave offense to that!” It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, either. Which was doubly rude.
Hmm, now she recalled that she owed him an Immy-joke. Maybe some pretend poop in his bed would help.
“To what?” he asked.
“I’m cute all the time, darn it. All the time.” She stomped her foot down on the floor. “Oh no! Now I have to go pee. See what you made me do?”