Page 65 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“Emmy just come in and take her clothes off?” Max asks.

I giggle.

“Bye, mate,” Daddy says. “Email me with anything else.”

“Will do.” Max chuckles as he hangs up.

Daddy swivels in his chair and puts his big, bare feet on either side of my knees. His warm hand settles on the top of my head.

“Hello, baby.”

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Something you want to tell me?”

“Um-hmm. Miranda was waiting for me outside Bren’s shop. I told her to go away. She did. Livvy’s a psychic baby.”

“She, um, did you say Livvy’s psychic?”

“I did. I mean, how else do you account for her being so quiet this morning? As soon as she saw Miranda, she began crying, which is probably because she still identifies Miranda with nursing and babies cry to get the attention of the person nursing them but still, totally psychic.”

“Okay, we’ll come back to that. Tell me how seeing Miranda made you feel, baby doll.”

“Warm.”

“Warm? Could you explain that a little more?”

“My chest felt warm. Little bit adrenaline. Lots knowing I was safe and loved and she couldn’t hurt me or Livvy.”

“Baby,” Logan breathes. He pats his thighs. “Come up. Daddy needs to hold you.”

I climb up into his lap and wrap myself around him.

“I hate that she confronted you,” Daddy murmurs to me, tucking my face into his neck.

I snuggle into him, taking big sniffs of his clean clothes and Wolfy Daddy aftershave. “I know but I wasn’t scared. I thought about how you were just a button away. If I’d yelled, Bren would have come to help me. But I didn’t need it. I was a strong white dragon protecting my ... um, protecting my dragon-kin.”

“Oh, baby girl, I love that so much.” Daddy squeezes me tight. “That’s a good visualization. You are a strong white dragon. You were safe. You are loved.”

“She doesn’t scare me anymore.”

“I’m sorry she ever did. Did she say anything awful?”

I shake my head, nuzzling in. “Nope, just asked me to let her nurse her baby. She said Livvy needed her. But she doesn’t.Livvy’s safe and loved, too. She’s getting every immunological advantage. I felt strong saying no.”

“The only thing Miranda offers is instability and neglect, sweetheart. I hope you know that.”

I rub my palm up and down the smooth cotton of his nice sweater. “I believe that, Daddy. You haven’t told me what you had on her that got you custody and I’m okay with not knowing. I know you have good reasons for not telling me. But I also know it must have been awful and it must have had something to do with her fitness as a parent to convince the judge to give you full custody. I feel sorry for her but I also know you’ve done the right thing getting Livvy away from her.”

“Emmy, your belief in me is everything,” Daddy chokes. “It humbles me.” He holds me in silence for a long moment. “If you want me to tell you what I used to get custody of Livvy I will but I honestly don’t want those thoughts in your head, baby.”

“Nope, I’m good.”

He sighs. “I love you so much, baby. I’m so proud of you. I’m so grateful to have you in my life.”

“Samesies, Daddy.”

He chuckles. “What reward can I give my little wonder, hmm? Would you like a good girl pussy spanking now and a big scene tomorrow night at Blunts?”

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