#Chapter188
/"Go away, Daddy, I'm making pretties,/" I scolded Deacon as he hovered over me. I was sat on the floor, my new drawing pad in front of me, along with brand new sparkly pens that I was allowed to colour with.
/"Okay. I'm sorry. I won't disturb you,/" Deacon promised, and for some strange reason, he actually thought he could walk away. Dropping my sparkly purple pen, cuz I was manly as fudge cheese, I spun to face his retreating form with horror.
/"Where go?/"
Deacon pointed to the end of the couch that was sooooo far away, all the way on the other side of the room. /"Over here so I don't disturb your amazing colouring./"
My colouring was pretty amazing. I bit my lip. /"Okay. You stay away./" He took one more step away from me. /"Daddy, wait! You have to see my sparkly dwagon first./"
