Page 161 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Abby groaned. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault I’m a terrible doggy mama.”

“You’re not a terrible doggy mama!” Bebe protested.

“He doesn’t listen to a word I say. He just runs off. And often, Asher is with him. Actually, to be fair, usually Asher leads the charge.”

“You’re doing an amazing job.”

“You don’t know that. I’m pretty sure I’m holding on by a thread.”

“I think most moms of toddlers would say the same,” Bebe told her earnestly.

“Yes, but would they be running around with weird stains on their clothes, unwashed hair, and desperately chugging down chocolate milk like it’s whiskey?”

“Yep!” Bebe told her.

Abby laughed, shaking her head. “Thanks for the support, but I still don’t feel like I’ve cracked this mom stuff.”

“Well, I can tell you’re a great mom. They’re both so happy. Look at them.”

Asher had climbed back down and was lying on the floor. Digger had his head on Asher’s belly, and both of them had their eyes closed.

“Dear Lord, they’re asleep. I try to put Asher down for a nap, but he won’t have a bar of it, yet he’ll fall asleep on the floor. Maybe that’s where I’m going wrong.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong, Abby. Trust me, I have first-hand knowledge of what a bad mom looks like, and you’re so far from it that it’s not even funny.”

Abby sniffled. “Aww, thanks, Bebe.” Reaching over, she grasped Bebe’s hand. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thanks.”

They chatted for fifteen minutes until Abby picked Asher up. She waved off Bebe’s offers to help, pausing at the door to look back at her. “I’m glad Corbin found you, Bebe. But I’m even more glad you found him. Because I think you needed a home and you have one here.”

Bebe was still rocking from those words when Corbin walked in a few minutes later to find her sitting in a chair.

“You okay, baby?”

He crouched down beside her. He brushed his hands down her arms, then enveloped her hands in his.

“Yeah. I just saw Abby.” She told him what the other woman had said.

“I’m glad you’re here too,” he told her, leaning in to kiss her lightly. “Otherwise, are you doing all right here? Bit bored?

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Are you doing your exercises?”

She groaned. She hated her exercises.

His face grew stern. “Darling girl, you know you’ve got to do your exercises.” He leaned in. “Do I have to start spanking you to get you to remember?”

Maybe. A shiver ran through her. He’d given her a few slaps while they were having sex, and it only heightened her pleasure.

“You like that idea? I know you’ve enjoyed the smacks I’ve given you so far, but you might not like a punishment spanking. So I want those exercises done before we leave here in an hour, or someone is going over my lap when we get home.”

Home.

She liked the sound of that. But it didn’t quite feel like home yet. Maybe because she couldn’t settle in with everything hanging over her.

The stalker.

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