Page 120 of Papa's Bébé
“Good. Is that all?”
“Ahh, yeah, there’s one more thing,” Ink said, sounding amused. “Spike isn’t happy.”
Matthieu raised his eyebrows. “And that has something to do with me?”
“Well, with your charge. Apparently, she made Millie the godmother of all her pets?”
Ahh. Right. “Yes, she did. But that has nothing to do with me. I don’t think that’s actually a thing. Millie was rather happy about it, though. Spike should really talk to her.”
“Millie is all fired up to come over and visit her godbabies.”
“Here?” he asked. “That’s not a good idea.”
Ink let out a grunt of amusement. “Well, Spike is trying to dissuade her but when Millie gets an idea . . . she’s like a runaway train. She just gathers up more and more momentum.”
“Then Spike should try harder to control his woman.”
Ink burst into laughter. Matthieu waited impatiently for him to stop. He didn’t think what he said was particularly funny.
“Oh, I would love for you to tell him that. Please do that when I’m around. I need to go now. Call me if you need anything else. Like if you have anyone else you want us to ruin.”
Matthieu rolled his eyes at that request. Like that would ever happen again. This had been a special circumstance.
Shit. He checked the time.
He was going to have to wake her. They didn’t have time for her punishment now. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was a ploy to get out of it.
Well, she was soon going to find out that that wasn’t happening.
Matthieu knocked on her door. “Maya? Maya, wake up.” He knocked again when there was no answer.
Something brushed his feet and he glanced down to find Princess Priss rubbing against him. Then she reached up and scratched delicately at the door with her one front leg as though she was copying him.
That amused him.
He’d never thought of himself as an animal person. He liked them, he just didn’t have room in his life for one. But these animals were growing on him.
Especially the cat.
Dougie raced toward them, banging into his leg as he obviously saw him too late to stop. Then he sat and barked up at Matthieu.
Gummy still hadn’t forgiven him for the chicken incident. And the chickens only responded to him when he spoke in a really high-pitched, ridiculous voice. Tank and Big B did their best to ignore him.
And Marshmallow the hamster, well, if a fart was affection then he cared for Matthieu a lot. But he figured that likely wasn’t the case.
Dougie and Princess Priss, though. They had his back.
He knocked again and the door opened.
She was dressed in her strawberry pajamas with small strawberry-shaped buttons. Her hair was a mess. She usually had it back in a ponytail. But it was a lavender-colored halo around her face right now.
There were marks on one side of her face where she’d obviously been sleeping and some dried drool at the corner of her mouth.
Damn.
That was freaking adorable.
But the most adorable thing was the fact that she held a toy dolphin in her arms.
