Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
She sighed, but didn’t argue.
After he left, she realized she had to pee. Urgh. It felt like Button was constantly messing with her bladder at the moment.
She stood and stretched with a groan, jumping in surprise as Rock walked into the room.
Was he . . . did he expect to find her like this? Did he approve of her outfit and her hair in braids with ribbons?
“Hi,” she said.
He ran his gaze over her before giving her that gorgeous smile he had. When Rock smiled it was like the whole world stopped. She froze, staring at him.
“Gorgeous.”
“Thanks. Da,” she added on.
His smile grew. So she guessed he did approve.
“Um. Have you finished your workout?” she asked.
Stupid question, Indie. He’s here, isn’t he?
He nodded.
“Daddy is making lunch. Do you want to eat with us?”
Another nod.
“Yay!” She bounced up and down.
Well, she attempted to. She didn’t really bounce anymore. And that movement just made her bladder twist.
“I gotta pee.”
His eyes widened, but he quickly took hold of her hand and led her to the attached bathroom.
Every bedroom in the penthouse had its own bathroom including this one. She fiddled with the clasps for the overalls, but he pushed her hands gently away and undid them. Then he drew them off along with her panties.
He faced away from her and turned on the water.
A true gentleman.
It didn’t even occur to her until after she was dressed again and he was helping her wash her hands that she hadn’t been embarrassed.
“How come I didn’t care you were in here?” she asked.
He shrugged and cupped the back of her neck with his large hand. “Little.”
Little?
Oh, because she was Little? Hmm. Maybe.
“Lunch.” He took hold of her hand and led her out into the bedroom where Slade was setting up some food at the table.
“I’m still not hungry, Daddy,” she told Slade.
Rock attempted to let go of her hand and move away, but she frowned at him. “No, Da, you gotta eat too.”
All right, this was becoming easier. She tugged him toward the table. He eyed the chair skeptically.
“Yeah, I don’t think you should sit on that. It might break. I’ll get you a cushion.”
“You sit,” Slade bossed her. “Rock can get his own cushion.”
Rock nodded.
“Da needs looking after too. Who looks after him?”
Rock froze and shot her a funny look, but she shrugged it off.
“Can we all play a game after? Or go swimming?” she asked.
“It’s ten degrees outside,” Slade said dryly. “No one is going swimming. Especially not you.”
“Cold dip,” Rock said.
Slade nodded. “Rock might do a cold dip then hop into the sauna.”
“Ooh, I’ve read about that. I’ll do that too.”
Both men shot her looks.
“Nope,” Rock said.
“Extreme temps aren’t good for Button,” Slade explained.
Guilt filled her. Why hadn’t she thought of that?
See? She was going to be a terrible mother, wasn’t she?
“Hey, you are not going to be a bad mum,” Slade said quickly.
He moved around to crouch next to her, grasping hold of her chin firmly. She had no choice but to stare into his intense brown eyes.
“I overheard her earlier saying that she was a crap Little, sub, and girlfriend. And she was worried that she wasn’t going to be a good mum.”
Rock frowned fiercely at Slade’s words.
Uh-oh.
Indie didn’t like that look. It made her think she was in trouble.
“I just wasn’t feeling like I made a good Little. I couldn’t play the other day at the club. And I came in here and I couldn’t let go of all my Big stuff. Until Daddy helped.”
“Okay to need help,” Rock said, then he cleared his throat. Talking must be hurting his throat.
“Do you know sign language, Da?” she asked.
The room grew silent.
“Oh, did I say the wrong thing? I’m so sorry!” she cried.
Rock shook his head at her before lifting her into his lap. He kissed the side of her neck.
“Some.”
“Maybe if we learned sign language you could use that so your throat doesn’t hurt so much and you’re not straining to talk.”
“That’s a good idea,” Slade said. “We’ve all learned bits and pieces but we could try again.”
“Hassle,” Rock said.
Slade frowned, giving his friend a fierce look. “You are never a hassle.”
Rock relaxed behind her.
“Yay!” she said. “We’re gonna learn sign language together. Fun!”
Slade smiled and winked at her. “Time for some lunch, though. Then a nap.” Slade put the food down on the floor so she could easily reach it since she was sitting on Rock’s lap instead of the chair.
“I explained this to you, Daddy. But maybe Da should tell you. Perhaps you only understand Daddy language.” She pointed at Slade. “Da, explain!”
“Eat.”
Hmm. That wasn’t quite the explanation she was looking for.
“No, Da, I mean tell Daddy why I don’t have to eat if I’m not hungry.”
“Eat,” Rock said.
Slade sent her a knowing look. “One thing you might need to learn, Little one. Us daddies stick together.”