Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“I’ll go out and meet you there, Daddy!” she called out to him.
Loki had made a few more adjustments this morning while she’d spent time with Remy. And she couldn’t wait to see what he’d done.
“You will not,” Remy said firmly as he walked out of her bedroom and over to where she stood at the back door. He was carrying one of her jackets, a scarf, and gloves.
“Daddy! We’re not even going that far.”
“It doesn’t matter how far it is. It’s cold outside, and you’ve been feeling the cold lately.”
He shot her a stern look.
Oh, right. Yeah. She hadn’t told them how cold her feet and hands had been getting. So she was quiet as he got her dressed.
“Good girl.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Right, let’s go, Little Isa-Bee.”
She grinned up at him and took the hand he offered. She tugged at his hand, trying to get him to go faster, but he walked at a normal pace toward the treehouse.
“Daddy! I want to run.”
“No running. You need rest.”
She sighed. “I’m never going to be able to run again, am I?”
“Of course you will. Just not when you’re not feeling well, have just fainted, inside the house, going up stairs, or when you’re tired.”
Right.
They finally reached the treehouse. Loki peered down at them with a grin. “Took you two long enough.”
“Daddy is soooo slow,” she told him. “He’s getting old, though, so we shouldn’t give him too much grief.”
Slap!
She squealed as Remy landed a smack on her ass.
“Daddy! Not nice!” she scolded.
He raised his eyebrows. “And calling me old is nice?”
“It’s just the truth.”
Slap! Slap!
“Hey! I think you’re enjoying that!” she said suspiciously as she glared up at him.
“Hmm, you know. I think I am.”
Huffing out a breath, she reached for the ladder and started to climb up. She was aware of Remy hovering behind her. As though he thought she might fall.
Silly Daddy.
She’d been climbing into treehouses for nearly thirty years now. When she got to the top, Loki held out his hand to her and helped her up.
Gasping, she took in everything as Remy climbed into the treehouse. Both men had to crouch down slightly, but she had plenty of room.
“Ki-Ki! You put a play kitchen up here!”
“Yep.” He smiled. “And I got you some food for it.” She moved over to the kitchen, opening it to find pots and pans and wooden food and plates.
“It’s perfect!”
A large rug sat on the floor and there were some outdoor beanbag chairs for them to sit on.
There was also a doll’s crib and highchair. In the crib, a doll was already sleeping.
“This is so cute!”
“That’s from your Daddy,” Loki said.
“Thank you, Daddy!” She picked up the doll which had blonde hair like her. And she wore a sparkly dress and cowboy boots. “She’s just like me.”
Isa hugged Remy, who kissed the top of her head. “I’m going to name her Belle.”
Loki had laid out a picnic for them and she threw herself at him, hugging him tight. “Thanks, Ki-Ki.”
“Careful,” Remy barked.
She and Loki just smiled at each other.
“Poor Daddy, he’s going to give himself a stroke if he doesn’t chill out a bit and stop worrying.”
“Well, you did give us both a fright,” Loki told her sternly.
“I know. Sorry, Ki-Ki.”
He kissed her gently. “Enough of that. Time for a picnic.”
She sat on a cushion and clapped her hands. “This looks sooo good. Did you make it all, Ki-Ki?”
“Most of it.” Loki grinned as Remy picked up a plate and filled it with a bit of everything, then placed it in front of her.
“Daddy! This plate should be for you, not me. I can’t eat all of this. I’m not a big boy like you.”
She grinned as he groaned.
“Hey, what about me?” Loki asked as he lounged across from them. “Am I a big boy?”
“You’re both big boys.” She started eating, but she kept getting distracted feeding Belle.
“Eat your lunch, Belle, or Daddy might spank you,” she scolded the doll.
Remy snorted. “You might want to take your own advice.”
“Hey! Mean! I think you’ve done enough spanking lately, Daddy. You might be getting addicted.”
“Hmm. You could be right. I do quite enjoy spanking your bottom. But if you don’t want another spanking very soon, then you’ll eat your lunch.”
“Here, Isa-Bee.” Loki held up a small sandwich, feeding it to her.
“Can I go play with the baby stuff and kitchen now?” she asked.
Remy looked over what she’d eaten. “All right. You have an hour playtime before your nap.”
She sighed. “I don’t needs a nap.”
“It’s non-negotiable,” Remy told her sternly as he started tidying up.
“Come on, Tink. Make Ki-Ki something else to eat? I want some of your cupcakes,” Loki suggested.
With a grin, she turned to the kitchen where she paused, just breathing in deep.
Happiness filled her. She really couldn’t believe this was her life.