“That’s my girl. Now, are you going to be good and finish your breakfast?”
Lifting my head, I peek up at him through my lashes. “Can we still get donuts?”
He laughs, shaking his head at me. “I really shouldn’t. You were very naughty. But I suppose you’ve already been punished, so really, depriving you of donuts would be kind of a double punishment, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, yes it would. And that wouldn't be fairat all.”
“No, I suppose it wouldn’t. So yes, if you can eat breakfast and be ready to go on time, we can still stop and get donuts.”
“Thank you!” Throwing my arms around his neck, I press a kiss to his grizzled cheek. “You’re the best Papa ever.”
“Keep that in mind when I have to tell your Daddy about your naughtiness this morning.”
My stomach twists at the thought of how disappointed Daddy is going to be. But to my surprise, I actually do feel a lot better as I finish my breakfast and let Papa give me my supplement before he wraps me in a fresh diaper. It’s definitely not as fun without Daddy there to reward me for taking my “medicine”, but the embarrassment has almost worn off.
Almost.
As promised, Papa does take me to the bakery and we get the new lemon donut, which is even better than I hoped it would be. I’m just polishing mine off when the door to the bakery opens and Uncle Max steps inside, Tori at his side.
“Nelly!” With a happy cry, she takes a step toward me, then hesitates and looks up at Uncle Max. “Daddy, can I go say hi to Nelly?”
“Yes, you may. But no running.”
Dropping his hand, Tori walks over to us at the fastest pace she can muster without breaking out into a full run and I can’t help but giggle at the way she tiptoes right up to her Daddy’s lines without stepping over them.
“Oooh, did you get a donut? What kind?” She asks as she wiggles onto the bench beside me in the booth Papa and I claimed.
“The lemon custard. It’sdelicious.”
“Eww, lemon.” Tori wrinkles her nose. “No thanks.”
“More for me, then,” I say with another giggle.
Cocking an eyebrow, Papa smiles at me. “I think you’ve had your fair share of donuts this week, little one.”
“No such thing as too many donuts, Papa.”
“I can’t believe it’s Friday already,” Tori says with a dramatic sigh. “I gotta goall weekendwithout seeing you!”
“Perhaps we can arrange a playdate.” Something lights in Papa’s dark eyes and he grins. “Actually… you girls wait right there. And don’t move, or I won’t be able to stop Uncle Max from blistering both your bottoms right here in front of everybody.”
Considering my bottom still hurts from the spanking he gave me before we left, I’m in no hurry to get another one. “Yes, Papa.”
“Yes, Mr. Lucas!” Tori calls after him as he slides out of the booth and makes his way over to where Uncle Max is waiting at the counter for his order. “What do you think he’s doing?” She whispers to me when he’s out of hearing distance.
“I dunno,” I whisper back. “He’s never done that before.”
Whatever he asks Uncle Max has the other man glancing over at us, a thoughtful frown on his face. But then he turns back to Lucas and we’re left frustratingly in the dark about their conversation.
After what seems like an eternity, Lucas returns to the table, his smile even wider than before. “I can’t make any promises, but your Uncle Max is going to talk to the rest of the uncles about having a sleepover at our house tomorrow night.”
“Really?” Tori and I exclaim together in matching excited squeals.
“Oh, thank you, Papa, thank you! We need to get lots of junk food and movies and?—”
He pins me with a mockingly stern glare. “The only thingyouneed to do is go to school and be a good girl for Miss Evelyn. Your Papa will take care of the rest.”
“But what if you get the wrong stuff?”
