Oh man, she was super cute. The whole outfit was adorable.
“Don’t you look sweet,” Linc crooned.
She swung this way and that, the skirt flying out around her. That was fun. She’d have to do that lots.
“Turn around and bend over for me,” he told her. “I want to see the view.”
She faced the other way then bent, twisting so she could see into the mirror as well. As she’d thought, the skirt was so short that you got a good view of the ruffly pants underneath when she bent over.
“Now all we need to do is your hair.” He disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wooden hair brush and some hair ties. As she sat between his legs, he tied her hair up into pigtails.
Once finished, he helped her stand then stepped back to take her in. “Adorable.”
For the first time in her life, she felt adorable. Cute.
He took her hand and led her to the room that she’d slept in that first night. He’d already dismantled the double bed that had been in there. He’d ordered a princess bed for her but that hadn’t arrived yet.
When she walked into the room, she gasped. “Daddy!”
She let him go, moving into the middle of the room and turning around in a circle. She made another circle, then one more.
“Whoa, teeny, you’re gonna make yourself dizzy.” He grasped hold of her hips as she stumbled.
“Um, whoops. Too late.”
He let out a low, growling noise. Uh-oh. Here came overly protective Linc. He set her down on the chair by her desk which he’d somehow found the time to make up. Next to it, in the corner was her beanbag. At the moment, it was empty, the beans still needing to be poured into it. There was also a bookshelf that was still in pieces. A white, fluffy rug was underneath the beanbag, making a cozy reading corner. Her crafting stuff, coloring books and pens and a five-drawer cabinet were set up on the other side of the desk and along the back wall were her other toys. Another corner held her time-out stool which he’d obviously moved in here.
She’d just ignore that corner.
“Are you all right?” He crouched in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs. “Maybe you should lie down. Do you need a drink?”
“I’m fine, Daddy. Just twirled one too many times.”
“No more twirling.”
She huffed out a sigh. “Daddy, you can’t ban twirling.”
“Sure can. Just did.”
She just shook her head.
“I’m gonna write it on your rules.”
“You are not. I like twirling. I do it when I’m happy. Daddy, I can’t believe you did all this!” She needed to distract him. Or he really would make it a rule.
“We still need some more cabinets for storage. And I don’t think you have nearly enough toys. Although it won’t be long until Christmas. You just need to make sure you’re on Santa’s nice list and not his naughty one.”
She gave a shocked gasp. “I is always nice.”
He tapped her nose. “No more twirling then.”
She pouted. “Daddy, that’s silly.”
“If I wasn’t there, you could have fallen over and hurt yourself. What if you’d done it outside and hit your head on something? Nope. No more twirling.”
He was truly insane. She’d just have to save her twirling for when he wasn’t around.
“Daddy, can I do some more crafting?”