Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Think big or go home.
There was also a drinks dispenser filled with pink fairy juice and some cute cups with more Easter eggs on them.
Yep. Everything looked amazing.
Including her, if she did say so herself.
She had on a pale blue dress with Easter eggs stitched along the hem. A pink belt cinched it around her waist. And she’d made her own Easter-themed headband. It had flowers with a little rabbit peeking out. She’d made one for each of her friends too. They were in their baskets.
After being shot, she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to make her own clothes and accessories again. But Spike had hired the best people he could find to help with her rehabilitation. While she had to be careful not to push herself too hard, she was so grateful that she could still create things.
“Baby doll.”
Turning, she smiled at Spike. “Well, Daddy? What do you think? Doesn’t it look awesome? Or should that be eggsome?”
He glanced around. “You’ve done a great job, baby.”
She smiled with delight. “Thanks, Daddy! Are you ready to go pick up Reverend Pat and the others?” She’d finally convinced her friends from Nowhere to start flying here instead of driving all the way. And they’d actually listened this time. Probably due to the fact that Andrey was the only one who hadn’t lost his license yet and no one trusted him to stay on the right side of the road. Or use his brakes.
Reverend Pat had been driving a few months ago and had run off the road. Millie had been terrified after she’d found out that he’d passed out at the wheel. He was all right now, but he was on medication to help with his heart. She still worried about him and the others. They were all getting older and she lived so far away from them.
However, she knew that she could visit whenever she liked and that they were being looked after.
She just hated to think of the day that something might happen to them.
Don’t think about it right now.
Appreciate them while you have them.
“Yep.”
“And you’ll come straight back? Don’t let Mr. Spain talk you into going to the lawnmower shop again.”
That had happened once when Spike was meant to be taking them to the grocery store. They’d been gone for four hours, and by the time they got home, Spike had been the one with the migraine.
Who knew there was so much to look at in a lawnmower store?
“We’re coming straight here. Trust me,” Spike said grimly.
“Goody! I’m so excited! Everyone will be here in about three hours. Okay?”
“Which means you have time for a rest,” Spike said firmly.
“What? No. I don’t need to rest.”
“Yes, you do. Or you’re gonna get too excited and run out of energy before anyone even gets here.”
“That won’t happen, Daddy! And I’ve got too much to do!”
Spike raised his eyebrows, glancing around. “Like what?”
“Um, well, I’ve got to . . . um . . . I have to . . . well . . . I don’t know.”
“Right. Which means that you can come and lie down while I go and get your friends. Come on.” He took hold of her hand and led her inside, then up the stairs.
“Daddy, I really think that a nap will be detrimental to my hunting abilities.”
“Your hunting abilities,” he repeated slowly.
“Uh-huh.”
“What are you hunting?” he asked as he reached her playroom.
“Eggs, of course. Daddy, have you already forgotten what today is?” She shook her head slowly. “Poor Daddy, losing his memory.”
“I haven’t forgotten what today is. I didn’t realize you needed hunting abilities to find Easter eggs.”
“Um, then why would it be called an Easter egg hunt if you didn’t have to hunt?”
Silly Daddy.
“Yes. I suppose you’re right.”
“I usually am, Daddy,” she replied as he had her sit on the bed so he could crouch in front of her to remove her shoes.
“How is a nap going to be detrimental to your hunting abilities?” he asked.
“It’s quite simple, Daddy. Because it will make me all sluggish and sleepy and then I won’t be able to run as fast or sniff out those eggs. Now do you understand?”
“I do. But I can tell you that your nap won’t hold you back.”
He helped her lay down on her bed and pulled a blanket over her.
She yawned as he handed her Chompers. “How do you know, Daddy?”
“Because you won’t be running around. You’ll be walking. And then you won’t miss any eggs. Will you?”
“That sounds like Daddy logic.” She eyed him suspiciously.
“Well, I am a Daddy.”
“Yeah, you’re a tricky one.” She waggled a finger at him. “I’m watching you.”
Spike picked up her pacifier and placed it in her mouth. “I’ll be back soon. Take a nap like a good girl.”
Pfft. Millie was always a good girl.
Where the heck was Spike?