Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
It was like a weight lifting from her shoulders, even if it had been a bit rocky to begin with.
Unsurprisingly, all three men had insisted on going with her today.
And it had still been rough.
She’d been close to having a panic attack, but she’d managed to hold it off. Just. And with a lot of help. Jack hadn’t left her side, even to let her pee. And Ian had gone into caretaker mode. She’d worn so much sunscreen, she’d needed a bath to get it all off. And he’d made her drink so much she’d had to pee three times. Jameson had watched her closely, ensuring it didn’t get to be too much for her.
But she’d done it, and she couldn’t help but feel proud of herself.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed,” Ian told her. Ian loved this. Putting her down for naps. Dressing her in Little clothes. Playing games with her.
Spanking her when she was naughty.
Their time together was special. Although there were a few things she could do without. Like the padded training pants he insisted she wear for naps in case of accidents.
Sheesh. She was twenty-five, not two!
He carried her over to the change table and took off the onesie she was wearing.
Ian had bought a whole Little wardrobe for her as well as turning the spare bedroom into a nursery.
Jack had purchased the biggest outdoor play area imaginable. When Ian had told him that he couldn’t put it up on land he didn’t own, he’d called Prince Aric, who’d given him immediate permission.
It was a lot of fun and sometimes, the other girls came over to play with her.
When she was lying naked on the change table except for her training pants and Ziggy, Ian put the middle strap over her. “I need to go get your clothes. Silly Daddy.”
Yeah, right. Sure he had. She knew that Ian loved seeing her in these silly training pants. She squirmed as he stepped into the wardrobe. The door to the nursery opened and she glanced over as Jack walked in.
He was smiling. “Oh good, you’re awake, baby. How are you feeling now?”
“I’m good, Daddy.”
His gaze took her in, his grin widening. “Ian, I brought you up the bottle you wanted.” Jack held up the baby bottle filled with a protein drink.
“Oh good, thanks.” Ian walked back into the bedroom holding an adorable dress. It had a picture of a zebra on the front and tiers at the bottom. It was short, though. Really short.
“You know, with how much our baby has been peeing today, you might want to leave those training pants on,” Jack suggested, his eyes dancing.
That rat!
“No, Daddy Two.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Daddy Two? I don’t think so. You know . . . I just saw this really pretty potty online. I think I’ll order it for our girl since she doesn’t want to wear training pants.”
Her mouth gaped open. “I’ll wear them! I’ll wear them!”
She knew he was mostly teasing her.
But there was always that ten percent chance that he’d do it. Jack loved a dare. Or to push things to their limit.
And she was not peeing in a potty.
Ian dressed her and Jack left. Thank goodness.
“Now, let’s check these pants. Make sure you’re all good to keep wearing them.” Ian snuck a finger down between the pants and her mound.
Monkeyballs.
She kind of liked this. Which was another reason Jack had probably pushed it on her. He knew her well. And this was a sure-fire way to keep her in Little headspace.
“Come on, Little girl,” Ian said. “Time for a bottle, then you can play for a while.”
Ian cradled her to his chest while they sat in the rocking chair and fed her the bottle.
Sighing happily, she sucked on her bottle.
Bliss.
Jameson stepped into the house. He’d hated having to leave his girl after the morning she’d had, but he’d needed to go check on a patient this afternoon. She’d been so brave today, going back into the desert.
He knew that she was bound to be upset and needing him.
So he was shocked by the peals of laughter he heard coming from the living room.
“Come here, brat!” Jack said, chasing Maggie behind a sofa.
Jack was holding some sort of clay creation in his hand. It was a melding of bright colours that hurt his eyes. But he managed to figure out it was some sort of trophy.
“Papa! Save me!” Maggie dove at him. A whirlwind of crazy hair in a cute dress. The skirt of the dress was so short that it flew up around her ass as she ran around. And he could see that she was wearing thick training underwear.
She ducked in behind him, breathing heavily.
“Nobody is going to save you from the wrath of Daddy number one!” Jack told her.
Oh, so that’s what the trophy said. Daddy Two. Jameson had to hide a smirk.