Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
She sighed. “Daddy, you’ve got such an obsession with naps. Maybe you need to have a nap while I go play?”
“That would be nice,” he said as he wet a cloth and returned to where she sat.
Crouching, he wiped her hands, then her face.
“All right, it’s settled,” she told him. “You nap while I play.”
“No, it’s not settled. Because I’m not the Little girl, you are.”
“Daddies need naps too. Hmm, perhaps I should get you a T-shirt saying that. Or maybe, ‘Daddies can be cranky-pants without their nappy-naps.’”
He groaned. “That was terrible. Don’t you dare get me that.”
She giggled. Ink lifted her up onto his hip once more and carried her to her playroom which was on the ground floor. All of their bedrooms were upstairs.
Betsy held on tight, nearly strangling him.
“Button, you want to ease up on your hold?”
“But I just loves you sooo much,” she told him as he stopped in front of her playroom and grabbed the key to unlock it.
“That’s good, baby. Because I love you, too. However, your love might just be cutting off my air.”
“Oops. Sorry, Daddy.” She loosened her hold on him as he opened the door and carried her inside.
They’d moved her bed from her other playroom in the warehouse, along with her other furniture, her teepee and a table for her tea parties. The walls were painted a soft peach and there was a peach-colored rug on the floor.
He sat her down on the rug. Then he crouched to cup her chin.
“I’m going to go and find your new nightgown so you can wear it. You can play in here while I get it, but you mustn’t leave this room. Promise?”
“I promise, Daddy!” She gave him a sincere look so he kissed her forehead and walked back out to the truck. He grabbed a few bags. Walking back inside, he headed to the playroom.
In the door, he stopped for a moment and watched his girl as she sat in her teepee, playing with her doll, Stella. She was so gorgeous. As time passed, she just seemed to grow more beautiful and kinder and generous.
Glancing up, she saw him standing there. “What are you doing, Daddy?”
“Just admiring my beautiful girl.”
“Daddy!” she protested. “You’re too nice to me.”
“There’s no such thing.” He walked in and drew her up onto her feet, hugging her tight. “Now, let’s get you ready for your nap.”
Picking her up, he carried her into the bathroom and set her down in front of the toilet.
“Daddy! I don’t needs to go.”
“I think we better be safe than sorry. You don’t want to have an accident in the bed, do you?”
Her eyes widened. “I would never have an accident. I’m a big girl.”
“It’s cute you think that, Button. But you are definitely my Little girl.” He crouched and reached around to unzip her skirt before tugging it and her silky black panties down.
“You don’t need these anymore.” He placed them to one side, then stood.
“Sit. Go.” Ink gave her a stern look.
Urgh.
No matter how often he put her on the toilet, she still found it hard and embarrassing.
She guessed that it was silly, but she couldn’t help but feel that way.
Sitting, she stared up at him stubbornly. “See, Daddy? I didn’t need to . . . oh.” Betsy could feel her cheeks heat up as she peed.
Ink just gave her a knowing look.
Darn it. Why did Daddy always have to be right? It was going to make his ego even bigger than it already was.
And it was already plenty big.
When she was finished, he cleaned her up and carried her back to the bed. He sat on the bed and placed her on her feet in front of him. He stripped off her shirt and bra before slipping her new nightie on.
It had elephants wearing tutus on it and it was adorable.
“Wait! Where’s Floppy?” she asked, suddenly. “Oh no! I forgot to take Floppy and Stella with me to LittleLand. Do you think they’re upset with me, Daddy?”
“I think they understand, Button. Don’t worry, I’m sure they’re not upset with you. Now, before your nap you’ve got to do some corner time for Naughty Betsy.”
“Daddy! I still don’t think it’s fair to make me do the time for Naughty Betsy’s crime.”
“Well, someone has to be punished. Shall I punish Stella and Floppy?”
She nodded before her heart dropped as he grabbed Stella out of the teepee.
“No, Daddy!” She grasped hold of Stella, pulling her away from Ink and holding her tight. “It’s not Stella’s fault.”
“Well, then . . . time for Betsy to go into the corner.” He held out his hand and led her into the corner. “Now, you need to think about what Naughty Betsy did wrong, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Five minutes.” He walked away and she sighed as she stood there, trying to think about what she’d . . . uh, she meant, Naughty Betsy had done wrong.