Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Evan was so relieved after the fright he’d just had. He pointed to the left. “Guest bath.” To the right. “My office.”
She gasped. “It’s gigantic.”
He chuckled. “I have some fancy printers in there for my photographs. After our tour, we can print out some of the ones I took earlier today if you’d like.”
“I’d love that.” She skipped alongside him as he showed her a guest room across the hall and then a workout room next to his office.
She cringed. “Now I understand why you’re in such good shape. It’s not just from carrying that heavy camera. That’s a lot of equipment.” She patted his chest. “I hope you don’t expect me to use it.”
He laughed. “I definitely don’t want you to go in there without Daddy. It’s not safe. You would need instructions before you use any of that equipment.” He gave her a stern look to emphasize his point.
“I don’t think you have to worry about me breaking that rule. My idea of a workout is skipping down the stairs two at a time when I’m late for work.”
He laughed again. “You won’t be late for work after you move in with me, Little one.”
She tipped her head back to look at him. “You don’t expect me to quit my job, do you?” she asked, her voice trembling as she misunderstood his meaning.
He shook his head. “No. I would never ask you to do that. I promise I will always encourage you to do anything you want to do. But…” he squeezed her hand, “Daddy will make sure you’re not late.”
“Oh.” She shrugged. “Sometimes I’m too cozy in my bed and don’t get up on time.”
“Daddy will be sure you get to bed earlier then and make sure you learn to get up earlier.”
She gave him an adorable pout. “Maybe I won’t want to move in with you,” she muttered.
He chuckled as he tugged her to the last door on the hallway and into the master bedroom.
Tori’s eyes nearly popped out of her head and her mouth fell open wide as she stepped inside. “The entire house I grew up in could fit in here,” she murmured.
He set his hands on her shoulders from behind and looked around with her.
“Your bed is gigantic,” she commented.
It was king-sized. Apparently she hadn’t seen one of those either.
“It’s high too. I’m not sure I could even climb onto it,” she joked.
“Daddy can lift you,” he pointed out.
“If I fell out, I’d break an arm,” she continued teasing.
“Do you fall out of bed often?”
She giggled. “No.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Well, I’ll hold on to you when you’re sleeping in it, and when you’re alone, you can nap in a very secure bed in your nursery.”
She twisted around and tipped her head back. “Nursery? The room you’re making for me is a nursery?”
He couldn’t tell if she was excited or stressed by the idea, but he nodded. “Yep. Want to see it?”
She nodded slowly, uncertainty furrowing her brows.
It was time. He pointed at a closed door on the other side of the master bedroom.
“I figured that was a closet,” she said as she shuffled slowly toward the door. She glanced around. “Although you sure have a lot of closets.”
He chuckled. “Two of them are closets. One is the master bathroom. This one is the attached nursery that has been waiting for me to find the perfect Little girl.” He took a deep breath and pushed it open.
Tori took small tentative steps to pass under his arm and enter the room.
Evan held his breath, watching her closely, letting her look around without interruption. It wasn’t done, but he’d ordered all of the furniture and assembled it this morning.
He wished he could see her face, but he waited in the doorway. This was important. He needed her to understand that he really meant to be her Daddy in all ways. He wanted her to be able to be her authentic self in their home and live as his Little girl.
She trailed in farther, heading to the right and dragging her fingers along the edge of the adult-sized crib before moving to the dresser, the rocking chair, the book shelf, the toy box, the Tori-sized table and chairs, and finally the changing table. There was a chair in the corner that she seemed to ignore.
All of the furniture was mahogany, and the pink bedding he’d ordered was still in its packaging in the middle of the floor. He’d painted the walls a pale pink too.
He didn’t move as he watched her linger at the changing table. Would she balk at the idea of letting him take care of her in every way? He wouldn’t force her, of course. Everything that happened in their home would be consensual. If she was uncomfortable with any aspect of age play, they would table that part.