Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“Let’s get you dressed and put something on that knee then you can find something to play with.”
“Okay, let’s go!” She grabbed his hand as he stood and tried to drag him to the door. Her foot slid on some water on the floor, though, and she would have fallen over had he not held her up.
“Thanks, Dada! You know you really shouldn’t get water all over the bathroom floor. Someone could slip and hurt themselves.”
“I’ll endeavour to be more careful in the future,” he said dryly.
“You do that. Or you’ll be in big trouble, Little one.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He turned her, grasping hold of her chin. “You’re the only little one around here.”
She grinned. “And that’s the way I like it.”
“There’s no way we could handle more than one of you.”
“I feel like there’s an insult in there, but I also feel it’s true. The three of you are getting on in years, after all. It seems that you just can’t keep up with us younger folk anymore.”
“I’m only thirty,” he protested.
“Hmm, well, maybe the other two. Although don’t tell them I said that,” she added hastily.
“Why? Are you worried they’ll spank you for your sassiness?”
Her eyes widened. “No! They would never spank me. Tamsy is a good girl.”
“Good to know. But perhaps you should worry about what I might do to you.”
“You?” She swallowed nervously as he led her out into the playroom. “You wouldn’t spank me.”
“Not spank you, no.”
She gasped in horror. “Would you tell on me to Daddy and Papa? That’s just mean.”
“I don’t need to tell on you to punish you.” He led her to the changing unit.
She swallowed as she stared at it. It had just arrived a few days ago and no one had used it with her yet.
And while she wanted to use it . . . she also felt a bit nervous.
“Punish me?”
“Hmm. I might not want to spank you or make you cry. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t put you in timeout or have you write lines.”
“Dada! No! I hate lines and timeout.”
“That’s why they’re a punishment. Now, I need to go and choose your outfit but first let’s get you in these.” He picked up the bloomers he’d been holding earlier. “Oh, I should have asked before. Do you need to go potty?”
“Ahh, no, I went in the bath.”
He froze. “You what?”
She started giggling. “You should see your face!”
Roman let out a huff. “You are so naughty.”
“Nuh-uh, not me. GGT. Good Girl Tamsy. I think I should get a T-shirt made up saying that.”
“You might need a naughty one made up too,” he said as he wrapped his hands around her waist.
“What are you-oh!” she cried as he lifted her onto the changing unit.
She was still finding it hard to get used to them putting her where they wanted her.
But at least she was able to keep her instincts to fight back under control.
“Lie down and I’ll just do this up.” He wrapped a strap around her waist. “Safety first. We don’t want you rolling off.”
He was just too cute.
“Dada, where is Atlas?” she asked.
“Oh, let me see. There he is!” He walked over to pick him up off the bed. He handed him to her before pulling out a pair of training pants.
“Atlas, where have you been, you naughty puppy,” she scolded her toy.
Roman slid on her training pants.
“I’m going to go choose an outfit for you. I want you to stay right there, understand?”
“I understand, Dada.”
She hummed to herself as he disappeared into the closet. Then she started throwing Atlas up into the air and catching him. He loved when she did that. She giggled as he spun, but instead of falling back into her arms, he fell onto the floor.
“Oh no!” she cried, trying to twist around to look over the edge. “Atlas!”
“What happened?” Roman rushed back over to her.
“Atlas fell.” She pointed at her toy on the floor, sniffling for extra measure.
“Oh. Let me get him for you. Here you are.”
“Thanks, Dada!” she cried, hugging Atlas tight as Roman disappeared into the closet again.
Hmm. She was getting a bit bored here on her own. Surely, if she threw Atlas up again he wouldn’t fall on the floor.
“Whee! Whee!” she cried before Atlas fell on the floor again. “Oh no! Dada! Dada!”
“What is it? What happened?” Roman rushed back, carrying some clothes in his hands.
Ooh, was that her light green dress? She wanted to wear that one.
“Atlas fell again.”
Roman frowned. “Atlas should be more careful. He seems to be very clumsy.”
“I know. Doesn’t he?” She nodded solemnly. “I shall tell him that. Gimme.” She made grabby hands at Roman.
Who just raised his eyebrows and gave her a stern look. “Excuse me? Is that the way you ask for what you want?”
“Umm. I mean, please can I have Atlas.”