BookAmazoneChapter 2109 Lyndon entered the room to find Sheldon waiting expectantly in bed.
Sheldon grinned as Lyndon approached and patted the spot beside him.
"Dad, bedtstory time!" Lyndon raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye.
"Did you, by any chance, fart under the covers?" Sheldon froze, then burst into giggles.
"No way! Farts are stinky.
Why would I do that?" "Seems you'd be willing to endure a little stink for a prank," Lyndon teased.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSheldon giggled again.
"I'm not that bad!" “Uh-huh, I'm not convinced," Lyndon countered.
Undeterred, Sheldon threw back the covers and gestured for Lyndon to join him.
"Really, I didn't! Smell if you don't believe me.
It's just my nice, clean blanket in here!" Lyndon raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips as he caught a whiff of the sweet, milky scent clinging to the sheets.
He decided to hold off on any teasing for now.
Sitting beside Sheldon on the bed, Lyndon received a wide grin.
Sheldon smirked.
"See, Dad? I wasn't lying! Doesn't my bed smell good?" Lyndon chuckled.
"Alright, alright, I get it.
Now lie down.
Sheldon readily obeyed, settling down beside him.
Glancing around the room, Lyndon spotted a collection of children's books.
"What story would you like tonight?” he asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Tarzan!" was the enthusiastic reply.
Lyndon hummed, picking up a colorful picture book.
He began reading in a soothing voice, the gentle rumble adding a touch of ve masculine charm.
Sheldon lay nestled beside him, blinking his big eyes, and occasionally peeking at the pictures. Lyndon's scent was different than Tilda's.
He really liked it! If only Lyndon could cevery day to tell him stories.
Lost in the story, Sheldon barely noticed when his breathing slowed e and sleep began to claim him. Lyndon finally stopped with a light cough, his throat parched from talking.
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