[image ID: the center is a picture of lee bodecker on a dark blue background with white dots representing stars above his head. on the left is an image of a barn and on the right is a photo taken from the inside of a car pointing at a field of grass. /.end ID]
masterlist
summer celebration masterlist
18+
wc: ~550 words
warnings: i keep trying to write a southern accent and i will not stop
a/n: i don't really like road trips !! don't tell daddy lee though, i will happily go on one with him
pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: you get pouty on a ride home with lee.
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You squirmed in your seat, pouting and staring at Lee. This was the longest road trip you had ever been on.
Your daddy planned the perfect day today. He woke you up early and surprised you with the news of a day trip for just the two of you. He took you to the apple orchard where you picked some fruit and ate apple turnovers for breakfast. Then, it was to the farm where you petted goats and baby chicks. By late afternoon he had taken you to the tulip farm and asked a nice couple to take photos of you on Lee’s film camera.
Everything was perfect. Until the ride home when some unexpected traffic added another two hours to your commute. You’d had such a wonderful day and you didn’t want to seem ungrateful or make your daddy upset by being bratty. But it was way past your bedtime and all you wanted was to rest your head in Lee’s plush lap and fall asleep with your face against his soft belly.
You let out another whine.
“I know, baby. Daddy’s sorry but I can’t drive with ya on my lap. It’s not safe, sweetheart.” He offered you his right hand to hold.
You accepted it gladly, kissing the back of Lee’s hand.
“How ‘bout we get your mind off a’ this mess, huh? What’d ya like seen’ today?”
“Mmm. I like the goats and the duckies.”
“Yeah? That was pretty funny when of ‘em got distracted by a frog an’ broke the line.”
You giggled. “Yeah, and den all the duckies keep walking and he almost got lost! He have to walked so fast he almost fell down.”
Lee spared a look at you then returned his eyes to the road. “Did ya like them apple pastries from the orchard?”
You nodded. “They was so yummy! The bestest breakfast ever! Can we make them at home, Daddy?”
“Your daddy’s not much of a baker, baby.” He sensed your disappointment and recovered quickly. “Well, I might have a coupla’ my ma’s old recipe cards in a cabinet. There’s gotta be an apple turnover recipe in there somewhere. And we already got the best apples in the state, so just tell Daddy what else ya need from him o’ the store.”
“Yay! Yay! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Anything’ for you, sweetheart.” Lee was grinning now. He couldn’t see your face because he was focused on the road, but he could feel your happiness radiating from you.
“You help me make the tarts?”
He squeezed your hand. “Sure will. There’s lots a’ steps I can help ya with. Like cuttin’ up the apples. Little babies like you have no business around sharp tools.”
You hummed in agreement and daydreamed about the pastries you and Lee would make. Now feeling less sad, you looked out the window and yawned.
“Gettin’ tired over there?”
You shook your head but you were already starting to nod off.
Lee chuckled when he got a glimpse of you fighting off sleep. “Go on and rest your head on the winda’ baby. I’ll wake ya when we get home.”
You grunted but did as he said. You fell asleep still holding your daddy’s hand with the rumble of the car and his gentle squeezes lulling you to sleep.
