Page 130 of Daddy's Naughty List

“The only thing I have not liked is sleeping on the sofa. Remember me saying I want to give our relationship a legitimate try? Well, my being here will allow us to do that. Believe me, you will know exactly what it means to be my Little girl.”

Her pussy pulsed at his words. She could tell him she wanted that already. But maybe he wasn’t as sure. What if he stayed until she fell all the way in love with him and then decided he didn’t want her or couldn’t handle being a father to the girls? She’d be alone again, only it would be so much worse because she’d know what she was missing. So many people had walked away from her in her life. She wasn’t sure she could take it if he became one of them.

“Bliss? Are you all right? You look like you want to cry. Did something I said upset you? Talk to me, babygirl. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

She was being trouble already. No wonder he called her that. She shook her head. “No, I, um, I think I got something in my eye, that’s all.”

Really? She had something in her eye? How lame could she be?

“Here, little one. Let Daddy look.”

His finger was calloused, sending bolts of desire through her when he placed it under her chin and tilted her face up to look in her eye.

“I don’t see anything. You must have blinked it out. Let me know if it bothers you again, okay?”

She nodded again.

“Where was I?”

“Me knowing what it feels like to have a Daddy.” But she already knew. It felt like warm blankets on a cold morning and safety nets underneath the trapeze in case you fell.

“Good girl for paying attention.”

Why did those words make her glow on the inside?

“We need to talk about the way I ran out on you last week. I’ve already told you I’m sorry, but I want you to know that will never happen again. I talked with my brothers and they helped me realize I was worrying about something I’d already proven will never happen. I am not my father. And I will do everything in my power to make sure Sadie, Sophie, and Nori know they are loved by both of us.”

She searched his eyes for any doubt or deceit, but found nothing but love. It was like a three-ton elephant had been sitting on her chest for days. At his words, that weight vanished.

“I know you will, Daddy. You are going to be the best father in the world.”

He smiled down at her and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, sweet girl. I can’t promise to always get it right, but I promise to always try and to learn from my mistakes. Now, about rules. If I’m going to be your Daddy, I have some rules I expect you to follow. They’re more categories than specific actions. And they are things we will both do.”

“You’re going to do them, too?” Wow. She’d never heard of a Daddy having rules.

“I absolutely am. Here’s my list. We treat ourselves and others with respect. We don’t take unnecessary risks concerning our safety or health. Are you with me so far?”

“Yes, Daddy. So far, so good.”

They seemed simple enough. She ignored the disappointment sitting like a rock in her chest. These rules were too easy. She’d never earn another punishment ever again. Not that she was trying to get punished. It was just that, when someone paid attention enough to hold you accountable for breaking rules, it meant they cared what happened to you.

“Just one more rule….”

Miranda whispered in her ear again, hoping the rule would be about drinking enough water or running up the stairs. Mary sighed in her other ear, reminding Miranda that this house didn’t have any stairs, and suggested something about bedtime.

“Trouble, what was the last rule?”

“Oh, um, well, it was… Miranda and Mary were distracting me, Daddy.”

“Who?”

Holy cheese on a cracker! She never told anyone about her shoulder angels. He was going to think she was crazy.

“Never mind, Daddy. Can you please tell me the last rule again?”

“We are always honest with ourselves and others,” he repeated, though he did it with narrowed eyes.

“Gotcha.”

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