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)
Spike grunted, then lifted her into the air, putting her on his hip. He carried her into the living room and set her down by the corner.
“Stay there. I’ll get you a chair.”
“I don’t need a chair, Daddy.”
“You just had a migraine, you’re not standing.”
That wasn’t exactly what she’d meant.
“I mean I don’t need a chair because I don’t need to spend any time in the corner. I’m already sorry for forgetting my manners. I just lost my head for a moment. It happens to the best of us.”
“I can see that,” he agreed. “Lucky for you, you have a Daddy to help you remember these things. Stay.”
Darn it.
Why could she never talk him out of these punishments? It’s like he thought he was doing it for her own good or something.
Silly Daddy.
He returned with a chair from the dining table and set it down in front of her, facing the corner.
“Turn around and sit.”
Millie thought about protesting. But she really didn’t want a sore bottom.
So, with a huff, she did as ordered.
“Good girl. Now, you’re going to sit there for ten minutes and think about what you did and what you could have done differently. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I will.”
She was nothing if not obedient.
“Give me Chompers.” He held out his hand for her toy dinosaur.
“I don’t know, Daddy. Chompers has been rather naughty today. Chocolate bar for breakfast, remember? I think it might do him some good to contemplate his circumstances.”
“Hmm. You could be right.”
“I am right.” Millie was always right.
She hated corner time. Of course, she didn’t think anyone really ever liked it. But it sucked sitting here, doing nothing. Sure, she was meant to be contemplating her circumstances. But that didn’t sound like much fun, if you asked her.
“All right, baby doll. You can come out of the corner now.”
Oh, thank goodness.
Standing, the room kind of spun and she had to sit down abruptly. Mr. Fluffy let out an alarmed bark as Chompers slid to the floor.
Spike rushed over to pick her up, holding her against his chest. “Hey, are you all right?”
“Me? Yep. I’m good, Daddy. Everything just spun for a moment.”
“Shit. Fuck. Shouldn’t have put you in the corner.” He lifted her up against his chest and carried her to the sofa, laying her down on her back. A cushion was placed under her head and then several more were put under her calves to raise her feet up in the air.
“Daddy, I’m okay.”
“You nearly fainted.”
“I didn’t nearly faint,” she countered. “I just got the spins. I probably stood up too fast.”
There was guilt in his face as stared down at her. “Maybe I should call Hack. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.”
Shoot. He looked so worried.
Reaching up, she grasped hold of his hand. “I’m fine, Daddy. I promise. I don’t need Hack. I just stood up too fast. You know the effects of a migraine can last for a while.”
“Yeah, that’s true. But that means I shouldn’t have put you in timeout.”
“Daddy,” she scolded. “I’m fine. I deserved it. I promise I’m okay.”
He cupped the side of her face, staring down at her. “All right. But from now on, I’ll help you up. And you’re taking it easy. Early night for you.”
“Okay, Daddy. I love you.”
He crouched before leaning forward to kiss her lightly. “Love you too, baby doll.”
7
Millie buzzed around the backyard. Everyone was arriving in a few hours for the Super-Duper Easter Egg hunt and she was so excited. She stood still and looked around all of the trees. She’d set up two tables. Well, Spike had put out the tables but she’d done all the decorating. One table had a pink tablecloth with lots of cane baskets on top.
Those were for all her Little friends to collect the eggs that the Easter Bunny was going to put out. That reminded her . . . she needed to make sure that Spike knew where his costume was. Couldn’t have an Easter Bunny who didn’t look like a bunny.
“That would just be silly, Mr. Fluffy.”
Mr. Fluffy gave her a long-suffering look. He’d already gotten dressed.
“You look so adorable, Mr. Fluffy. Look at you. So cute.” He had a set of Easter Bunny ears on his head and he wore a fluffy white coat that had a rabbit tail resting just above his own tail.
“You can be the Easter Bunny’s helper,” she told him. “But no eating any chocolate. It’s not good for you.”
“Woof.”
Good. He understood.
She glanced over at the other table which was filled with Easter treats. There were cupcakes with bunny faces, cinnamon rolls in the shapes of bunnies, chocolate nests with small eggs in them. Oh and some sandwiches because Daddy had told her that there needed to be something healthy on the plate.
Pfft. Sometimes she didn’t think that Daddy fully understood Easter. He had to get into the Easter spirit.