Page 183 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“Sometimes when I can’t pee, I have to sing the pee song.”

“What’s the pee song? Can you sing it for me?”

“Um, I guess.”

She could feel herself blushing, but she cleared her throat.

“Do you have to pee?

When you’re sitting in a tree?

Or when you’re on the bus

In a big rush?

Do you have to pee while drinking tea?

Or watching a buzzing honey bee?

Pee, pee, pee,

Do you have to pee?”

As she sang, she started to go.

“Good girl, baby,” he told her, soothingly. “Such a good job.”

Dear. Lord.

After he helped her clean up, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where he’d laid out her squirrel onesie. Lying her on top of it, he took off her bra and top, then put the onesie on her.

“Cute as a button.” Leaning over her, he kissed her nose. Then he grabbed her pacifier and Nutters. He plopped the pacifier in her mouth before handing her Nutters.

Then he carried her back into the living room as a boom of thunder sounded. She squealed.

“You’re not scared of the thunder are you, baby? You know it’s just the gods farting, right?”

She had to giggle at that thought.

He laid her on the sofa with a blanket and set up a movie. Then he went into the kitchen to get some popcorn. She watched him move around the kitchen.

Her bottom was still throbbing. And she was still heartbroken about her father.

But she had a squirrel onesie on, Nutters, Christmas movies, popcorn, and Corbin.

So what else did she really need?

47

“Hey, baby, can you come in here?”

A week had passed since her big spanking after riding Popcorn bareback. She’d worked up the courage to confront her father two nights ago.

And had been devastated to learn that he’d taken her mother back. He’d told Bebe that her mother swore she’d change. That she wouldn’t produce any more reality shows.

That she’d try to be a better mother.

But it was all over for Bebe. As far as she was concerned, she had no parents. Corbin had held her the whole night as she’d vacillated between tears and anger.

---