Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
She knew that.
“Of course they won’t,” Loki said. “And I’d kick their asses if they did.”
Yeah, she knew he would.
“And you can feel free to slip into Little headspace whenever you want. I mean, there might be some circumstances where it would be better not to,” Remy said. “But I personally want to see more of Isa-Bee.”
“Definitely,” Loki said.
All right, then.
“Let’s go, then. We got some shopping to do! Can I gets a giant octopus?”
“We’ll see,” Remy said.
“Whatever you want, Tink,” Loki whispered to her.
She hugged him tight. She was so glad that Remy was able to talk him out of storming off after whoever fired those shots.
While it worried her that someone was firing a gun close to their house, she didn’t want Loki running off after them.
She couldn’t live without Loki.
Fifteen minutes later, she stepped into the barn next to Aunt Marie’s house. Isa had never had reason to come here, although she knew Aunt Marie. Everyone in the area did.
She’d greeted Loki with a big hug and then left them to it, telling them to buzz for her when they were ready.
Of course, the fact that she’d been naked was probably something they should have warned Remy of.
“That . . . that woman was naked.” Remy gave them both a shocked look.
“Ahh, yeah. She’s a nudist.” Loki shared a look with her. “We probably should have warned you about that.”
“Or come on a Monday,” she added. “She wears clothes on a Monday.”
“Of course,” Remy said. “Makes perfect sense.”
She giggled at his sarcasm before she moved further into the store. “This place is awesome.” It was surprisingly bright due to the skylights in the roof. Ahead of them were Little clothes and toys for a range of sizes.
Onesies and dress-ups. Skirts and tops and shorts and pants.
As she walked away, Loki put his arm around her waist. “Uh-uh.”
“What? I can’t look?” she asked. That didn’t seem nice.
“Of course you can,” Remy soothed. “You can choose whatever you like. But you can’t wander away from your Daddies. You have to stay with us at all times.”
She pouted.
“One of those might work. We’re going to need one anyway.” Loki nodded over at the carts off to the side.
With a nod, Remy grabbed one. It was huge and there was a seat for her. Loki lifted her into it and did up the harness.
“I don’t need to be harnessed in, Ki-Ki,” she complained.
“You need the harness. Knowing you, you’ll bounce right out of the seat.”
“Will not.”
“Are you arguing with Ki-Ki, baby girl?” Remy asked in a stern voice.
She glanced over to see he had his arms crossed over his chest.
“Um, no, Daddy. I would never argue with Ki-Ki.”
Loki gave her a knowing look.
“Right, let’s get started,” Remy said briskly. “Baby girl, in case it wasn’t obvious, you’re not to undo your harness or get out and wander off. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
How would she wander off if she wasn’t allowed to unbuckle her harness herself?
Also, this seemed very like the lecture he’d given her when he’d put her in his truck and buckled her in.
Remy seemed to like rules.
That wasn’t a very good Daddy quality to have.
He took hold of the cart handle and started pushing.
“Now, what do we need?” Remy asked.
“Everything,” Loki replied. “Look at this.” He held up a cushion in the shape of a rainbow with clouds at each end.
“Gimme. Gimme.” She held out her hands, squealing in excitement as she bounced up and down in her seat.
“Glad we did the harness up,” Remy said dryly.
Loki grinned. “Uh-uh, is that anyway to use your manners?”
“Please, Ki-Ki. Please. Isa-Bee want.”
“How young does she normally go?” Remy asked.
“This is younger than I’ve ever seen,” Loki replied as he gave her the cushion.
It was younger than she’d ever felt. But it felt right. She slid her thumb into her mouth and hugged the cushion and Razzie as they discussed what to buy.
To her surprise, she didn’t much care. She thought she’d have more of an opinion. But she trusted them both.
Besides, she didn’t really think she needed anything.
“We’ll need furniture for the playroom, but I think Aunt Marie has some. I was going to say a bed, but maybe a crib,” Loki mused.
Crib. Yeah. She wanted a crib.
Wait . . . playroom?
“I don’ts have a playroom.”
The two men exchanged a look.
“Not yet, but we’re going to turn one of the spare bedrooms into one,” Loki told her. “Didn’t you hear us talking about it?”
She shook her head. Um. No. She’d been daydreaming. It had been a big weekend.
That had to be why she was so tired and had a bit of brain fog.
“I don’t needs a playroom.”
Remy raised his eyebrows. “No? But do you want one?”
“It will be expensive.”
“Do Little girls worry about what something costs?” Loki asked.
She didn’t know. Littles still had to adult sometimes. So she thought they probably should. She knew that Loki would buy her the world if she let him. But that didn’t mean she should.