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He was dead serious, and she needed to remember that. If his normal spankings were anything like the first night they met, Charlotte didn’t want them. They hurt so bad, and she felt her bottom hours after when she rolled onto her back.

“Come here,” Finn said, and he opened his arms.

Charlotte put her coffee cup down on the table and walked into his arms. He pulled her up to where she sat on his lap, a sigh of content escaping her mouth.

“I’m so glad you want to be my little one, my baby girl,” he murmured on top of her head.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what, little one?”

“For being patient with me in the beginning.”

“Anything for you.”

Charlotte and Finn sat there in each other's embrace, both of them happy and content.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHARLOTTE

It had been several days since Charlotte had asked Finn to be her Daddy, and it was great. They were getting along, and she hadn’t gotten in trouble yet, but Charlotte felt like she was going to get into trouble soon.

She had kept a secret from him, and she knew once he found out that it wasn’t going to be good.

Finn had asked her several times if they could hang out, but Charlotte had to turn him down because she had work at the cafe. She came home every day and was exhausted. When Finn video called her every night, he could see, and she knew he had started to get worried.

He had asked several times if he could come over or if she could come to him, but she kept declining. Her pride had gotten in the way because she didn’t want Finn to know that she had gotten a second job.

She didn’t want to be a charity case for him, and she knew once she told him, he would tell her he could and would help her out. Charlotte didn’t want to take all of his money because she couldn’t be responsible enough with her own.

She was coming up on one of her days off, and she was going to tell her Daddy that she could finally hang out with him. She hoped he was available because she really wanted all the cuddles he could give her.

When Charlotte got home today from her shift at the cafe, she felt off. She hadn’t been getting enough sleep the past several days, and she knew it was taking a toll on her body.

She was sluggish, cold but hot, and didn’t want to eat anything. One of her coworkers had asked if she was okay, and Charlotte just brushed it off. She was tired, but it could just be from that.

She had been working more than she had been, and her body wasn’t used to it. It was going to take her body a little while to get used to being worked this much before she got better.

She sat down on her couch and took several deep breaths. Her feet ached from being on them all day long. Her feet ached for the past several days nonstop, and she didn’t know how to fix it. She tried to massage them, but it did nothing for them because once she stepped foot on them, they ached all over again.

Maybe she should ask her Daddy if he knew anything to help with feet that ached. He had to know something because he was a Daddy, and Daddies knew everything.

Just thinking about her Daddy made her want to call him. She was a needy little, and she didn’t know if her Daddy liked that. He hadn’t said anything, but at the same time, she hadn’t called him or texted him as much as she would have.

Charlotte knew that he said to contact him with anything, but he was at work, and she also worked. She didn’t want to bother him a lot with her neediness.

Her phone rang, and she quickly picked it up and saw that Daddy was calling.

“Hello?” She put her phone on speaker.

Charlotte felt like she was going to throw up, and she didn’t want the phone in her hand when she had to make a run to the bathroom. She didn’t have enough money to buy a new phone if she dropped and cracked it.

“Little one, you don’t sound so good. Are you alright? Do I need to come over and take care of you?” he asked right off the bat.

Charlotte felt little when he talked to her like that. He cared, and it immediately made her little. She also didn’t think she sounded that bad, but yet again she had heard her voice all day long and was biased.

“I is fine,” she mumbled.

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