Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Good to know.”
They sat at their table, and she took the menu, looking over it. “Are there pancakes?”
“There sure are.”
“Yay! I’ll have them.”
“Haven’t you had breakfast here before?” he asked curiously.
“No. I wake up too late and I barely have time to get ready before someone arrives to take me to the Butterflies room.”
“Are they coming to get you this morning?” he asked.
“Oh no, Erika called me this morning to check if I was going and I told her that you were picking me up.”
“Good.” A server walked up with a smile, and he ordered her pancakes as well as a side of fruit salad.
“Is the fruit salad for you, Daddy?” she asked as she wiggled in her chair.
“No, it’s for you, little girl.”
“But I have pancakes! That’s enough!”
“You need something healthy to eat as well. So you haven’t been eating breakfast?” he asked.
“Nope. That’s okay, though. I don’t usually.”
“That’s going to have to change. Breakfast is very important.”
“So I’ve been told,” she said solemnly.
“Do you drink coffee?” he asked as their server returned with his coffee and her apple juice.
“Nope. I’ve never drunk it. It always tasted funny to me, and my brothers claimed that I didn’t need any more energy.” She shifted around again on her seat.
“Are you all right, little girl?” he asked. “Do you need to go potty?”
She gasped, her cheeks growing red as she glanced around. “Daddy!”
“What? It’s a fact of life that all Littles need to go potty at some stage. And you look like you’re doing a potty dance.”
“I’m not! It’s just that these chairs are kind of uncomfortable.”
She glanced over longingly at a Little boy who was sitting in a high chair at the table with his Daddy. What that would be like?
“Then we might need to change your seat.” Barren held up his hand and then spoke quietly to the server who came over.
What was he asking him?
When the server returned with an adult-sized high chair, she knew that he’d caught her look of longing. She should have known. There wasn’t much he missed. Barren stood and thanked the server before pulling the top tray out and turning to her.
“Let’s get you into this high chair.”
“I’m not a baby,” she warned him. Did he want a baby? Oh no, maybe he did, and he was about to be really disappointed.
“That’s fine with me. But it’s not just babies who use high chairs. Toddlers do too.”
Well, she guessed that was true. Phoebe bit her lip and glanced around but no one was staring at them.
“If you don’t like something, little girl, then all you need to do is tell me.”
“What if I don’t like spankings?” she asked.
“Hmm, I have a good imagination. I can come up with different sorts of punishments.”
“What if I don’t like punishments?” she asked.
“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to like them,” he pointed out.
Darn it. That was far too logical.
“Okay, Daddy. I wanna try.”
“Such a brave girl,” he told her, helping her up into the chair and then putting the tray in place.
“Hmm, I think we’re going to need to get you a bib.”
A bib?
“Yes, we might need to do a bit of shopping.”
“At the shop here?” She wriggled in excitement.
“Have you been to the shop?”
“I haven’t had a chance yet, but I heard it has lots of fun stuff.”
“We’ll do that after breakfast. We also need to get your car.”
“Oh yeah.” Bummer. That meant she’d have to adult.
“Perhaps someone will bring it here for us,” he said, eyeing her as he sat back down in his chair.
It felt a bit strange to be in a high chair, but also a lot of fun. She could swing her feet back and forth and she felt so… free.
“I don’t want to put anyone out. And I have to pay the bill.”
“I’m sure that can be done online.”
Except she needed to pay in cash. Because her cards were all connected to her family. Why didn’t she have her own credit card? Could she transfer the money without it being traced? Maybe. It wasn’t like her brothers were hacking geniuses or anything.
“I suppose.”
“Let me call Zeus and see if he has someone who can help him drop it off.”
“Okie dokie, Daddy.”
Their food arrived and she practically licked her lips in anticipation. But the server put it all on the table and not on her tray.
“Daddy,” she said when they were alone again. “Can you put my food up here, please?”
“What lovely manners, but no.”
“No?” She gasped in horror. “Why not?”
“Because Daddy has to feed his Little girl,” he told her. “You can’t feed yourself.”
She couldn’t? Well, she could. But if he wanted to feed her, she certainly wasn’t going to turn him down.
He held up a piece of strawberry to her. She wrinkled her nose. Not because she didn’t like strawberries, she did. But she wanted some pancake with whipped cream on it.