Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
He blew out a relieved breath before setting his forehead against hers and hauling her up close to his body. “Naughty girl.”
She giggled. “You might have to spank me.”
He rolled his eyes. His Little Bee was coming out of her shell more with every passing day. She was even bolder today than she’d been yesterday.
He released her only long enough to grab her suitcase, duffle, and a grocery sack from the trunk to carry it all inside.
“What’s in the plastic bag?” he asked as he kicked the door closed and set her suitcase and duffle down. A closer look inside the plastic bag confused him. “Cereal?”
She nodded and took it from him. “I like to mix two kinds in the morning. One yucky adult one that’s healthy and one I let my Little choose.” She pulled both out of the bag and held them up. “See? Fiber and vitamins in this one. Fruity goodness in this one.”
He laughed as he led her to the kitchen. “Little girls need some protein in the morning. You can’t just eat cereal, Little Bee.”
She pushed her lip out as he took the boxes from her. She was going to kill him with that lip.
He turned to set them on the counter next to the pantry for now. “I didn’t say you couldn’t have them. In fact, your idea is ingenious. I’ll even try the combination myself. But we’ll also have bacon and eggs. How’s that sound?”
When he turned back around, he found her inching toward the table. “What’s this?” she asked softly.
He followed her. “A booster seat. Just right for a Little Bee.”
She fingered the nylon straps and shuddered. “It sure has a lot of buckles.”
He set his hands on her waist from behind and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I think you’re going to love those buckles, Little Bee.”
She glanced at the table next where he’d already set out dishes for dinner. “You got me my own plate and cup too?”
He wasn’t sure if she was pleased or feeling pressured. “I got you a lot of things today.” This was just the tip of the iceberg.
She reached for the sippy cup and lifted it to examine it closer before setting it back down and turning in his arms. There were tears in her eyes that freaked him out until she threw her arms around him. “Thank you so much, Daddy. I’ve never had a sippy cup before. I’ve always wanted to try one.”
He rubbed her back and then picked her up and settled her on his hip before crossing to the kitchen sink. “Let’s wash up and eat dinner. We can talk more about what I bought you while we eat, and then I’ll show you afterward. How’s that sound?”
“There’s more?” Her eyes were wide as he lowered her to her feet and turned on the water.
“So much more.” If she was teary over the sippy cup, how would she react to the nursery? He was still concerned that he might be piling it on too fast. Time would tell.
She was quiet as he led her back to the table, lifted her onto the booster seat, and pulled the restraint system up between her legs and across her waist. When he gently lowered her wrist to her side and secured it against her hip, her breath hitched.
He quickly finished, attaching her other wrist before snapping a tray to the arms of the booster seat, effectively turning it into a highchair.
She was panting and squirming when she lifted her face. “Daddy…” she breathed out.
“How do you feel?”
“Really Little,” she admitted.
“Maybe I should have changed you out of that pretty dress and into a Little outfit first.” Though he liked the way he’d had to gather her short skirt and push it up to her hips to secure her. He leaned down and took her ballet flats off next.
There was something so sexy about her bare feet swinging under the tray that made his cock grow so hard he considered forgoing dinner and dragging her right to his bedroom.
When her stomach growled, he shook the thought away. He needed to feed her.
“How do you feel about chicken nuggets and French fries, Little Bee?”
Her mouth dropped open. “Please don’t tease a Little girl about foods like that. You better have both of those things prepared for dinner, or there will be a mutiny.”
He laughed. “You and what army?”
“Me and Buzzy. He can be fierce when it’s called for. You do not want to get on his bad side. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to get stung by a bumblebee as large as Buzzy?”
Anton chuckled as he turned toward the oven to pull out the pan of chicken nuggets and fries. Thank goodness he actually had both of those items prepared.
He used a spatula to fill their plates before sitting down and lifting a nugget from her pink plastic plate. He blew on it and tested it with his fingers before offering her a bite.