Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to call you Daddy all the time?”
“I would love that. When we are with other people, judge what is safe for you. Teachers are often held to a different standard than others in the workplace.”
“I can’t imagine what Lorraine would say if she heard me call you Daddy,” Winnie said with a shudder.
“I don’t like how this woman treats you, Chipmunk.”
“Wait until you hear what happened today.” Winnie quickly ran through her encounter at the school district’s head office and how Lorraine must have coded her absence in to make her look bad. The human relations director had corrected it for her and helped with the paperwork to fill out to protect her job during her bereavement leave.
Scythe’s jaw tensed, and Winnie knew he was pissed at her principal. “Don’t do anything to Lorraine, Scythe. I can’t lose my job. I’ll never get hired by another district if I’m fired for some fabricated reason.”
“I’m listening, Chipmunk.”
Winnie noted that wasn’t a promise, but she figured it was the best she’d get right now. She noticed a familiar figure on the wall and pointed to it. “Is that a chipmunk?”
Scythe’s gaze focused on the creature now attached to the wall. “Yes. That’s a Siberian chipmunk. He has stripes on his face.”
“You recognize the different species of chipmunks?” she asked, squirming to the side so she could see his face clearly.
“Maybe not all the different types. I’m not sure if that is a baby long-haired chipmunk or an eastern chipmunk,” he confessed, pointing to one in the far corner.
She peered over his shoulder and shook her head. “Babies are hard.”
Now that she was checking out their surroundings, Winnie finally noticed how unique this area was. Not only was it decorated with cute fuzzy characters, but she’d never seen furnishings like these. It was as if she’d walked into one of her favorite age-play novels.
“Is that a crib?” she asked, pointing to the beautiful oak crib with carved spindles creating a railing around it.
“Yes. You can nap there on the weekends. I’d rather you sleep with Daddy at night if you’re comfortable with that,” he answered smoothly without any indication that this wasn’t a normal bed to have in a room.
“But it’s adult-sized!” Winnie stared at it, secretly enthralled by the thought of curling up on the fluffy covers and truly being Little.
“Of course. You need to be comfortable to sleep, Little girl.”
She forced herself to look around. “Is that a toy chest?”
“It is.”
“Is anything inside?”
“Yes, Chipmunk. I gathered playthings as I created this nursery that I hoped my Little girl would enjoy.”
“It is a nursery!” she exclaimed.
“Not just a nursery, Winnie. It’s your nursery.” He stressed that one word, driving it home for Winnie.
Scythe had put this room together with the conviction that he would find his Little girl. It was adorable and so perfect for her. How had he guessed what she would like? Struggling to process how incredibly well he’d envisioned this room. Winnie craned her head to see the wall behind her. And froze.
“There’s a changing table against the wall. Are those diapers? I’m a big girl. I don’t use diapers,” she protested, hearing her voice slide into Little space as she thought about the padded garments.
“Sometimes even big girls need to be super Little. Can you try new things for Daddy?”
Winnie froze as her mind whirled inside. Could she be that brave? “At home with Daddy?” she asked finally.
“If that’s how you’re most comfortable, I think that’s a smart idea.”
“You won’t laugh at me or tell other people?”
“I wouldn’t do that to you, Chipmunk. I’d lose my right to be a Daddy for life if I betrayed your trust.”
“That would be bad.”
“The worst punishment for a Daddy ever,” he agreed.
“Worse than a spanking?”
“Far more severe. Your bottom will recover after a couple of stingy days. My heart would never rebound if I’d screwed up my chance to be a Daddy.”
Winnie nodded. He made perfect sense. “What do we do now?” she asked.
“Would you like to explore your nursery before dinner? Then we can watch some TV or a movie and relax.”
“Don’t you have to go to Inferno?”
“No, Chipmunk. I took the next few days off to be with you. They’ll do fine without me.”
“Lucien looks mean, but I think he’s a softie,” Winnie said with confidence.
“To Littles, definitely. Someone who wrongs him gets an entirely different Lucien,” Scythe warned.
“I’ll be good.”
“Of course you will. Do you want to get Chippy before you check out everything in here?”
“Did you bring him?”
“Of course. He wouldn’t let me pack without jumping into the top of your duffle bag. Let’s go find him.”
In a few minutes, Winnie sat on the floor in front of the toy chest with her stuffie. She loved everything he’d collected. A few games made for several players filled one side and some activities that she could do alone.