Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
When he lifted his head, she protested, “More!”
“Hung over Little girls need to recover before making love,” he scolded gently.
Instantly, her headache rebounded back into her consciousness. “I am such an idiot,” she groaned, pressing a hand against her skull.
“Time to get some crackers in you so you can take some painkillers,” Wyatt decided.
He stood and balanced Lark on one hip. After carrying her to the kitchen, he set her on one of the chairs at the kitchen table and turned toward the counter. He put her empty bottle on the counter as Lark squinted into the bright light filling the room. She watched as he poured more of the chilled electrolyte mixture from the fridge into a glass, opened a cabinet, and pulled out a box of saltines and peanut butter. Quickly, he set everything on the large table that Lark had contributed to the household.
“What would we do without your beautiful table, Lark?” he asked, patting the wooden surface before sitting down on one of the chairs. He held Lark in his lap, carefully turning her away from the sun beaming in through the window.
“Here, kitten. Eat this slowly.”
Lark nibbled on the cracker as she watched him slather peanut butter on another. To her amazement, he popped the whole square cracker into his mouth and chewed.
“Are you hungry, Daddy?”
“I missed dinner last night and didn’t eat much yet today because I was busy keeping an eye on a special Little girl.” He winked at her “I’ll just have a little snack with you.”
“I bet you were going to take me to get something to eat when you picked me up from Blaze,” she guessed. Lark felt a bit guiltier as she looked back at her selfishness last night.
“I thought you might enjoy that,” he commented.
“I missed you so much last night. I was only thinking about myself. You were risking your life for that mom and her baby. I deserve a spanking.”
“I’m not going to argue with you about the punishment. I am sorry you were lonely, Lark. I’d like to spend all my time with you as well. Do you think you can adjust to my job?”
“Yes. My job has weird hours, too. I just need to remember that.” She finished her cracker and watched Wyatt devour another one piled with peanut butter. It really smelled good.
“Want one?” he asked, gesturing with the knife at the jar.
“Yes, please.”
A few seconds later, she happily munched on the delicious treat. Lark was delighted to find she felt better with each passing moment. After a few more crackers, Wyatt uncapped the pain killers and gave her two.
“Feel like taking these?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Lark swallowed them with big gulps of the cool drink before laying her head on his broad shoulder. Wyatt’s arms tightened around her and he rocked her body slowly. Her heavy eyelids crashed down and Lark snuggled into the crook of his jaw.
“Go to sleep, kitten. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he assured her softly.
Chapter Sixteen
Wrapped in warmth, Lark squeezed her eyes closed tightly. She didn’t want to wake up from this delicious dream. A faint chuckle made her freeze in place. Where was she?
“I know you’re awake, kitten. You stopped snoring,” he teased.
“I don’t snore!” she said indignantly as she leaned away from his body to meet his gaze.
“I just might have recorded it on my phone to remember the cuteness.” Wyatt held up one hand, seeing her furrowed brow. “Daddy promises. He won’t share it with anyone. Do you feel better?”
Lark paused to consider his question. “I do. You made me better.”
“I’m glad.” His hand pressed into her tummy, making her squirm as she tried to avoid wetting her diaper. “Go potty, kitten.”
“I don’t want to,” she whined, trying to ignore the pressure.
He didn’t let her get away. With a gasp, Lark filled her diaper.
“Good girl. Let’s get you cleaned up and deal with your punishment. Then you can forget all about your poor choices.”
Clinging to his body, she held on tight as Wyatt stood smoothly to walk back into her nursery. He kissed her softly before stretching her out on her back on the padding of the changing table. Within minutes, Wyatt had removed the wet diaper and cleaned her skin. He ran a hand over her bare bottom.
“Am I going to get a spanking now?” she asked, feeling her lower lip tremble.
“I think you’ll feel better when your misbehavior is erased, won’t you?”
“My bottom won’t feel better.”
“Do you think your bottom will remind you not to drink too much next time your Daddy is delayed?”
She looked at him, trying to figure out what the right answer was. Lark knew she’d remember how bad she felt for a while. Would being spanked underline that memory and help her make better decisions? Maybe.
“I don’t know,” she countered.