Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“True,” Tobias agreed.
“But I don’t have a playroom,” she said.
“Baby, what do you think we’ve been doing while you’ve been resting?” Jenner told her.
Tobias reached down and carefully picked her up, putting her on his hip. Jenner opened the door so he could carry her inside. He carried her down the hallway to one of the bedrooms.
Jenner opened the door again and Tobias put her down, leading her inside.
Her mouth dropped open. The bedroom was something from her dreams. The walls were painted a pale pink and had white decals of rabbits and owls on them.
There was a single bed with a white velvet headboard and a white, lacy bed cover. Next to it was a white changing table and bedside cabinet. As well as a huge rocking chair.
A toy kitchen sat against one wall, along with some storage cupboards.
As well as what looked to be a slime station.
“Slime! Immy make slime!” she cried.
Tobias gently lifted her into the air.
“Put Immy down! Put Immy down! Immy make slime!”
She wasn’t sure what it was that sent her fully into Little headspace, maybe the environment. Since the only other time she’d done this was at the playground.
And this room was even better since it was all hers.
“Immy won’t make slime until she hears the rules.”
“Rules schmules! Down with rules! Rules suck balls!” She giggled after that last one.
Jenner walked in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Really? Rules suck balls?”
Another giggle escaped.
“There are rules, sassy brat,” Tobias told her. “You need to be careful with your sprained wrist for one.”
Pfft. It felt fine.
Well, it hurt. But it would be fine.
“The slime doesn’t leave this room,” Jenner added. “It’s not to be used in any Immy-jokes or pranks.”
“Hmm, I owe you some punishment for the peanut butter in my sheets,” Tobias mused.
“Hey! There’s a statutory period for when punishments can be given and you’re past the time limit.”
“Ahh, who is the Daddy here?” Tobias asked.
“Jenner! Because you’re the Papa.”
“All right, who is the Papa?” Tobias asked.
“You are.”
“So who makes the rules?”
“Immy does! Because she is the cutest!”
“Immy is definitely the cutest,” Jenner told her, walking over to boop her nose. Then he kissed her lightly.
Ooh, she liked that.
“But she’s also the Little, so she doesn’t get to make the rules,” Jenner added.
Cupcakes.
“Also, Immy is supposed to be taking a nap,” Tobias added.
“Nooo! Booo! Down with naps!”
“Naps are important,” Jenner said. “But instead of your nap, you can go to bed earlier.”
She groaned but nodded. “Okie-dokie, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Last rule, you can’t leave the playroom without one of us or use the bathroom on your own,” Tobias added.
Yikes.
45
“Daddy! What sort of pie do you want?”
Jenner glanced over from where he was sitting on the rug on the floor of her playroom.
It had been a smart idea of Tobias’s to order all of this stuff the first day they arrived here. They’d been at the cabin close to two weeks and Immy spent more time in here than anywhere else.
She was still moving a bit carefully and her wrist would take a while to heal, but it was clear to see that she was feeling much better.
Poor baby was still having nightmares, though.
She’d wake up most nights screaming. He and Tobias were taking turns sleeping in her bedroom with her. Although, he slept in the armchair because he was worried about kicking her.
Right. Is that what you’re really worried about? Or that you’ll start something that will lead to sex?
Something he wasn’t sure if either of them were ready for.
Because the likelihood of that was far greater than him accidentally kicking her in his sleep.
“I’ll take a key lime pie please, baby.”
He was actually surprised by how easy this had all been. Immy found it easier to slip into Little headspace when she was in her playroom. So this is where they spent most of their time. But while she’d been resting and recuperating, he and Tobias had spent a lot of time together.
They’d gotten to know each other better, which was helping them now take care of Immy together.
Tobias had spoken to Alejandro about moving to Nashville permanently. Something Alejandro had been surprisingly onboard with, although Tobias had suspected he might use him for business down here. They could figure that out later. The relief on Immy’s face when Tobias had told her that he was moving to Nashville permanently had informed them both that she’d been worrying about the future.
“Here you go, Daddy!” she said, walking over to him with a bowl of slime.
“Yummy!” He patted his stomach. He was surprised by how relaxed he was here. Other than at Christmas, he never took time off.
Seemed he was well overdue.
There had been no sign again of Lauren’s killer. Could be he’d disappeared, could be he was waiting to strike again. But it was doubtful he knew of this place. Tobias had ordered the stuff for Immy’s playroom under an alias just in case.