Page 112 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Daddy, you make a terrible window.”

“Not trying to be a window.” Walking toward her, he picked up the remote and turned the television off.

“Hey, Daddy! My cartoon wasn’t finished.”

“And neither is your Gatorade.” He grabbed the bottle and held it up, wiggling it.

A guilty look filled her face. “I was just going to take another sip.”

“You were meant to take several sips, weren’t you? I’m going to put this in your sippy cup while you spend some time sitting in the corner.” He picked up a cushion from the sofa and put it on the floor in the corner of the room.

She sniffled. “Daddy, aren’t I suffering enough?”

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. But you need to turn your listening ears on. Daddy is trying to help you. Drinking the Gatorade will make you feel better.” He held out a hand to her, helping her off the couch and over to the cushion. Before she could sit, he cupped her chin in his hand. “Are you feeling that bad, Little Rebel? If you are, you can tell me and instead you can go back to bed for a few more hours.”

“I’m fine, Daddy. I’ll sit in the corner,” she said hastily.

Sunny sighedand stared at the wall forlornly. This wasn’t fun. But she knew it wasn’t meant to be. What was she supposed to be thinking about?

Right. Listening to Daddy.

But sometimes he didn’t always listen to her. What about their agreement that the girls could go out without them if they took guards? And instead, he and the others had turned up at The Edge last night.

Huh. That was right.

On the other hand, she knew it was just because he loved her and wanted to protect her. And he was only trying to help her with that darn Gatorade.

Sugar.

“Come here, baby girl.” He helped her stand up, then turned her to face him.

She threw her arms around his waist and squeezed him.

“Hey, what’s this about? You all right?”

“Yeah, Daddy. I just really appreciate you. I’m sorry I’m such hard work at the moment.”

“That’s ten spanks.”

“Ten?” she squeaked. “Daddy, no!”

“Yep. I’ll wait until tomorrow to punish you. But you were warned not to speak any nonsense about yourself. Tomorrow, your butt is going to pay.”

Darn it.

“What about your butt, Daddy?”

“What about my butt?”

“Is it feeling kind of warm?” she asked slyly.

“Why would it feel warm?”

“From your pants being on fire. I saw you and the guys last night at the club.”

“Ahh, did you?”

“Yep. What did you all do? Race home once we left The Edge, so you’d get here first?”

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