Page 190 of Guardian Daddy

“I don’t envy him, having to deal with that witch,” Ethan muttered once Rhodes was gone.

Neither did she.

“Now, you need to rest for a bit. And you need to drink some water.” Ethan laid her back on the bed, pulling the cushions so they were on either side of her.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want my baby to roll off the bed while I’m getting her an outfit to wear.”

He moved into the closet. When he returned, he was holding the most gorgeous onesie she’d ever seen.

“Is that a ladybug onesie, Daddy?” she asked in awe, sitting up.

“It is. And look, it has the hands and feet enclosed so they won’t get cold. And a drop seat in case you need to go potty or get your butt spanked.”

She glanced over at the door. “I’m not sure I can go into Little headspace with people here.”

“I understand, baby. I doubt she’ll try to get in here again, but it would be better if there was a lock on the door. It looks like there once was.”

“There was,” she said quietly. “Rhoddy took it off. He . . . worries about me.”

You should tell him what happened.

He would understand.

She would. Just not tonight. Another time when she was feeling less fragile.

“How about if I do this?” He grabbed the armchair and placed it against the door. It was a heavy armchair, it wouldn’t stop anyone who was determined to get in, but it would slow them down.

She relaxed slightly. “Okay, Daddy. But I won’t need my butt spanked.”

“Are you sure about that? Because you’re already owed quite a few spanks for saying sorry three times.”

Drat. He had been keeping track.

“That’s not fair! Some of those times it was my fault.”

“Nope. It wasn’t. But I’m not spanking you tonight after everything. We’ll take care of that the next time we have the house to ourselves.”

“Nooo, Daddy! I don’t want to wait for it! That’s torture.”

He eyed her for a long moment. “You’ve had a big day. I don’t want to push you too far.”

“I won’t sleep for worrying. I know what we can do, though!”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“We can just forget all about the spanking. There, problem solved.”

“Nice try, baby,” he said as he moved the pillows away and started to strip off her clothes. “But you’re getting the spanking.”

“Daddy, I think that’s very mean.” She yawned.

Lord, was she tired.

That might be why she could easily slip into Little headspace even though there were other people in the house.

He got her into the onesie. It was really nice. Soft and warm.

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