Protector Daddy (MC Daddies 3)

She chewed at her lip. “Well, not that young. Maybe around four.”

“Four-year-olds still nap sometimes. And you’re going to start taking naps when you’re in Little space.”

She gaped at him. “Naps?”

“Uh-huh. Naps.”

“I don’t need to take naps.”

“You said you haven’t been sleeping well. That could be a trigger for your migraines.”

“But I must have slept around fourteen hours last night. I’m all caught up.”

Yeah, right.

“I really don’t think this is necessary. If I nap in the day, how will I get to sleep at night?”

“Go for a week without a migraine and you can skip the naps.”

“Well, hell.”

“Wanna change your mind?”

She shook her head but she looked a bit uncertain.

“So far all we’ve talked about are rules and consequences. Let’s talk about the fun stuff.”

Ooh. Fun stuff? “Fun stuff? Like sex?”

“While that is definitely fun, I was talking about what you like to do when you’re Little.”

“Oh.” Dork. “Do?”

“Play with.”

“Play with?” she asked.

“You gonna just repeat all of my questions?”

Shoot.

“What toys do you like playing with?” he asked.

“Toys?”

He sent her a look.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I guess I’ve never played much. I don’t have toys for my Little. Well, other than Chompers.”

“What did you do while in Little space with that wannabe-Daddy? Didn’t you play? Maybe color him a picture?”

“He didn’t want me to do any of that. Mostly he would call and talk about his day. Then he’d

like me to tell him what I did wrong that day, and he’d lecture me on how I could improve. Sometimes give me a punishment. And then he’d, uh, get himself off while I was on the phone.”

She was so embarrassed right now. She wished she could tell what he was thinking but he was so hard to read.

“That so? And you? Did you get to come?”