Page 84 of Their Forever Daddy

“About you calling me Mommy.” This wasn’t a conversation she’d been prepared to have just yet, but it didn’t seem like she was being left with much of a choice. “Your Daddy and I talked about it before, and I explained I’m not really ready for that. It’s a really big step for me, even bigger than calling Grant ‘Daddy’, and I-I think I want to wait until we’re absolutely sure our relationship is going to turn into something more permanent before you and I take that step. Does that make sense?”

“It does.” A smile tugged at Jesse’s lips. “You really already talked about it, though? And you think you’d be okay with it, eventually?”

“We did. And I think, when the time is right, I’d love to be your Mommy. Just not right now. Okay?”

Relief filled Jesse’s eyes, warming the gold of her irises. “Okay, Edie.”

“Now that we’ve gotten that settled…” Crossing his arms, Grant raised an eyebrow, sending butterflies dancing in Edie’s stomach. “I believe we still need to have a discussion about the acceptable ways to wake up your Daddy.”

Pink slashed across Jesse’s cheeks, and Edie had a feeling she had matching color on her own face. “It was just a joke,” she mumbled, but one look at Grant’s expression told her it was the wrong thing to say.

Not that he looked mad. Far from it. If anything, he looked positively delighted at her response. So much so that it sent a shiver of anticipation up her spine.

“I enjoy a good prank as much as anyone, little pixie, but there are always consequences. Which is obviously a lesson our naughty babygirl still needs to learn.”

The knots in Edie’s stomach tightened. Why was he zeroing in on Jesse?

“Me?” Judging by the way Jesse’s voice rose to a squeak, she hadn’t expected to be singled out, either. “But, we both?—”

“Trust me, little girl, I’m well aware you both participated in this little wake up call. Just like I am well aware it was most likely your idea. Am I wrong?”

Cheeks turning a darker and darker pink, Jesse squirmed under her Daddy’s hard gaze. “Well… not exactly.”

“That’s what I thought. Which is why I’m going to let Edie teach you a lesson about dragging her into your naughty pranks.”

“What?” Edie and Jesse demanded in shocked unison.

Grant turned his attention to Edie, the corner of his mouth kicking up in a smug smile. “You’re going to give our naughty girl the spanking she’s earned. And I suggest you don’t hold back, or there will be consequences for both of you.”

“But that’s not fair!” Jesse cried. “She was part of it, too!”

“That’s right. It’s not fair.” Crossing her arms, Edie leaned back against the headboard and glared at him. “I can’t spank her for something when I was just as guilty! It’s not right!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the realization hit and her eyes narrowed even further. “Wait. That’s the point, isn’t it? That’s my punishment.”

“Such a smart little pixie,” Grant answered with a low, wicked chuckle.

“What?” Outrage colored Jesse’s tone. “How is spanking me a punishment for you?”

“Because. He knows it’s not fair, and he knows it’s going to be torture for me.”

It was devious. And diabolical. And, she was forced to admit, absolutely perfect.

Damn him.

“Better get started, little pixie.”

She didn’t want to. Because it really wasn’t fair for her to punish Jesse for something she’d done wrong, too. But her gut also told her refusing to play his game would only result in an even more diabolical punishment for both of them, so she sighed and shifted to sit up straighter with her back against the headboard.

“Come here, babygirl.”

“It’s not fair,” Jesse whined as she slowly dragged herself over Edie’s lap. “You should be getting spanked, too!”

Guilt was like a knife in Edie’s chest, twisting with every word of protest from Jesse’s mouth. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you talk me into being naughty.”

Despite her own guilt and her frustration with Grant over the punishment he’d devised, she couldn’t help the stir of arousal as she tugged her babygirl’s leggings and panties down to her knees. Jesse’s ass was still just as perfect for a spanking as it had been when they’d first fallen in love, and her palm positively itched to make contact.

She did her best to sound stern as she began her lecture. “Is it nice to wake people up unnecessarily, little girl?”

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