Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
He frowned as he closed the distance and reached out to her. “Never, Rainbow. I made this for you.”
She gasped. “That’s not possible. You just asked me to be your Little girl last night.”
He smiled as he gently pulled her into his arms. “I’ve been plotting this for a long time, Baby girl. I just informed you last night.”
She held his gaze, trying to make sure he was serious. When she glanced back at the bed, she knew he was telling the truth. He’d filled the room with rainbows because he thought of her as his Rainbow.
Throwing her arms around him, she hugged him tight. “I love it, Daddy.” The word slipped out before she could think, but it felt right.
Daddy held her tighter. “I’m so glad, Baby girl.”
When she released him to lean back, she looked the other direction. “I don’t think I need a changing table though, Daddy. I’m not that Little.”
He shrugged. “I provided everything I could think of for any eventuality. Even if you’ve never played in a younger age range before doesn’t mean you won’t decide to try it someday. Lots of Littles find it rejuvenating to have Baby girl days when they have no responsibilities at all.”
She shrugged. “We’ll see.”
“Just be open minded and let your Little guide you. That’s all I ask.”
“Okay.” She couldn’t imagine a day when her Little would guide her to be that young, but she wouldn’t say anything.
Suddenly, Maniac lifted her by the hips and settled her on his hip. When he turned to walk out of the room, she giggled. “You can’t carry me, Daddy!”
“Sure I can. I’m doing so right now.” He rubbed her back.
“But I’m too heavy.” She squirmed, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on at the same time.
“You’re like a feather, Rainbow.” He carried her back through the house and into the kitchen where he pulled out a chair at the table and lowered her to sit.
She was surprised when she didn’t end up as low as she’d expected and glanced down to see she was sitting on a booster seat. “You have a special chair for me?”
“Yep. I have lots of secrets.” He fastened a buckle around her and pushed her up to the table.
She was mesmerized by every move he made. He kept surprising her. He did so again when he returned a minute later holding a rainbow-colored plastic plate with divided sections. He set it down in front of her and handed her a chubby sky-blue spork.
She was speechless. She’d never been pampered like this. She’d often thought of buying herself some things that would make her feel more Little at home, but she’d never followed through on the idea. What if someone had visited and seen babyish plates or sippy cups in her apartment?
At that thought, the next thing Daddy set in front of her was a rainbow sippy cup. He fastened a light blue bib around her neck too. “There. You’re all set.” He even leaned over to blow gently on the steaming plate of food.
She couldn’t imagine eating. All she could do while he filled his own plate was stare at herself. She’d never been this fully immersed in her Little side. Everything about this arrangement screamed Little girl.
After Maniac returned and set his plate and glass down, he used his fork and knife to cut her food. “This is one of my special recipes. I can’t wait to find out if you like it.”
It smelled delicious, and her mouth was watering. What she could identify was thick pasta noodles, bite-sized pieces of chicken, broccoli, and a cheesy sauce. “It looks so good, Daddy. Can I eat it now?”
“I think it’s cooled off enough, but be cautious at first.” He took his seat and watched her, grinning as she lifted the first bite into her mouth.
She moaned around the flavors as her eyes rolled back. After she chewed and swallowed, she smiled at him. “That’s so good. I never cook. I usually just get takeout or eat frozen food. I don’t have the patience to make something like this.”
“I’m glad you like it, Baby girl. From now on you’ll eat healthier meals made from scratch.” He took a bite of his. “Mmm. This is one of my favorite meals. Delicious. Comforting. Nutritious.”
“Will there be enough for us to take some to work tomorrow?” She’d seen him bring plastic containers of food into the shop many times. He would heat the food and eat it on his break. She’d sometimes noticed how good it smelled, but she’d never realized what an amazing cook he was.
“Yep. I’ll pack us both a lunch in the morning.”
She giggled. Lunch for them usually happened at more like four or five in the afternoon. Dinner was always after work at nine or ten. Breakfast was close to noon before work. Those were the kind of hours they kept.