Page 28 of Cherishing Little Charlee

“Oh, yeah?” Heaven Leigh asked around a mouthful. “Themostincredible, huh?”

“Anything food wise.” I nudged her with my elbow.

“Uh-huh. This flavor is officially the best.”

“You always say that!” Haven stated as she took another bite of her slice.

“But it’salwaystrue,” Heaven Leigh confirmed. “Oh, yeah. This one needs an award.”

We munched happily making appreciative noises. Heaven Leigh beamed. I think she loved making treats for her friends so she could see their reactions.

“So, how are you inducting your Daddy into the theater on opening night?” Heaven Leigh asked politely.

I kept eating my yummy cupcake. The backstage antics were epic and sometimes fell into the pranks category around the Ranch but I hadn’t given it much thought. Not when Pierce had me following rules.

“I don’t want to make him mad.” It was sort of a silly thing to say, but I would have to pay by receiving a trip over his knee. Though I enjoyed being spanked before sex, I didn’t love it for discipline.

“Pfft! It’s tradition,” Heaven Leigh pointed out. “You can’t break the tradition. He’s officially your assistant, right?”

“Well, sort of. He’s been my right hand and that will continue for at least the next two weeks. I can order him a tee-shirt or get a coffee mug emblazoned.” I thought about gifts for him rather than a prank.

“Glitter bombs are more fun,” Haven teased.

“Oh no way! Do you know how long it would take to clean? Not on opening night.” I took another bite of my dessert, chewing thoughtfully.

“They make glittery confetti flags or feathers. You can sweep them up easier. Maybe not feathers but we’ll help you.” Heaven Leigh elbowed Haven.

“You could rig a bucket over the door,” Haven said, nodding as if they were plotting.

“Just don’t get in trouble for climbing a ladder,” Heaven Leigh added. “Wait! You can set it up over the main stage door!” She gestured wildly as if seeing it in her mind.

“Yes! Then when your Daddy walks through… poof! Confetti everywhere!” Haven painted the picture.

Thinking of Pierce’s shocked face as confetti or feathers rained onto his head made me giggle. It would be hilarious for a lot of reasons. Our crew, who had grown fond of him being there, would get such a kick out of it.

“A harmless prank,” I said thinking out loud.

“Nope! Technically an initiation,” Heaven Leigh corrected.

“Loophole,” Haven said in a sing-song tone.

“Loophole. Yes… technically. Oh! It could be like when they christen a ship before its maiden voyage since this is the first performance in the new theater!” I could practically visualize how it would look and at their enthusiastic nods of agreement, I giggled. “Okay, a christening and it would be his initiation to the theater. Inducted into our realm of chaos. A welcome to the stage if you will,” I said playing along.

“See! You’re so excited to have him with you all the time, that you need to show your thankfulness with confetti.” Heaven Leigh bounced in her seat.

“I’m going to get in so much trouble. I’m not good at pulling pranks.” I thought about the potential repercussions. I didn’t think Pierce would be mad, but he might bust my butt anyway.

“Initiation,” the two of them corrected at the same time.

“All right. All right! You’ve convinced me. It is not a prank. I’ll have to remember that when my Daddy is toasting my buns.”

“As if you don’t want that to happen anyway.” Haven finished her cupcake slice.

“We are not talking about that,” I said but I secretly loved that I could talk about those topics with her. “Will you help me rig it?”

“Mmmhmm! Please get it on video though so we can enjoy it over and over again.” Haven handed us each a wet wipe for our sticky fingers.

“I can do that,” I said fully on board. “I hope my Daddy finds it as funny as the two of you do.”

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