“Now that might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Did you see the seesaw?” Elena asked, pointing to the long teeter-totter toy a few feet away from the climbing structure. “It swivels, too. So, we can spin aroundandgo up and down. It goes so high!”
Iris grabbed her friend’s hand. “Let’s do it!”
The two laughed and even screamed as the toy sent them twirling in circles and high into the air. At its tallest point, Iris could see over the fence line! She wondered what someone would think if they happened to walk by on the other side of the property line. Oh well. That quick glimpse wasn’t enough to expose any “Vanillas” to her kink. It was all good.
Losing track of time, she wasn’t sure how long they played on that thing. But by the time they stopped, she felt a bit queasy.
“Uh, maybe doing that right after eating wasn’t a great idea,” she said, staggering a few paces away and doubling over as she wrapped her arms around her stomach.
“Are you okay?”
The question didn’t come from Elena. Nor had it been Auntie Athena or Trevon.
It was a new voice that she didn’t recognize.
When she looked up, she saw the sexiest, most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on.
That was the first time she ever met Jack Kimble.
Chapter Seven
Jack couldn’t help but grin as he put his hand on the Little’s back and another on her arm, steadying her as they walked to the patio.
It was evident the cutie had just made herself sick on the teeter-totter. She wasn’t the first Little around there to do that. She wouldn’t be the last, either.
He stopped in front of a wicker chair and helped her ease down onto the cushion. “Come on. Let’s just sit right here and get your bearings back.” He handed her the bottle of water he’d been holding for himself. “I haven’t opened this yet. Go ahead. I’ll get me another one.”
The Little looked up at him with an appreciative glance, accepted the water, and took a sip.
Man, even though she was clearly feeling ill and a tad green, she was still gorgeous. She was tall, had green eyes, and light brown hair. He wasn’t one to body shame anyone, but she was a bit thin. That might just be her natural build, he thought, in which case she was perfect. But he suspected it might be borne of a lack of proper nutrition. If that that were the case, he’d have to do something about it.
Right now, though, they had other concerns.
“I’m better now,” she said after a few moments.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Just thought I was gonna barf for a minute there.”
Jack laughed. “We’d hate for you to barf.”
She giggled.
“Jack Daddy!” Elena ran up to him, threw her arms around him, and said, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight. Are you here to help Uncle Trevon keep us safe?”
He nodded. “I sure am, honey. Though I don’t think Trevon needs much help.”
Jack watched as Elena looked at the other woman and said, “This is Uncle Jack Kimble. But some of us call him Jack Daddy, because it sounds funny.” She giggled. “It suits him, too.”
“Hi, Jack Daddy. Or Uncle Jack. Which do you prefer?” the other Little asked.
“I’m just fine with whatever you prefer,” he said. “But what’s your name?”
She stood up from the chair, extended her hand, and said, “My name is Iris Dawson. Pleased to meet you, Jack Daddy.”
He chuckled again. For a moment, he was paralyzed by the woman who stood before him. A lot of Littles came and went through the nursery. There was no shortage of cuties around Auntie Athena’s. But Iris might have been the cutest, most adorable Little that Jack had ever laid eyes on.
