Page 195 of Her Daddies' Everything

That felt so much better. She’d thought she was going to burst.

After cleaning up, she opened the door and peeked out.

Hmm? Where was the T-Rex?

She moved slowly out. Was he hiding? Was he going to jump on her and eat her?

“Little girl,” a stern voice said from behind her.

Immy screamed and started to run.

“Immy! What are you doing?”

“Don’t eat me, T-Rex!” she yelled as she raced up the climbing wall into the fortress above it. There were guns up here that shot out soft balls. One was loaded and she grabbed it, shooting at him as he stomped toward the fortress.

Huh.

He’d changed out of his dinosaur costume. That wasn’t cool.

“Papa, you can’t come up here!” she cried. “It’s Littles only.”

He put his hands on his hips and dodged a flying ball.

“Little girl.”

“Yes?” she asked.

He didn’t say anything more, just crooked his finger at her, then pointed at a spot in front of him.

Poor Papa. Had he lost his voice? Oh well, if he wasn’t going to talk, then she couldn’t be held responsible for not understanding what he wanted.

Right?

You have to use your words.

Even Papa should know that.

He was looking awfully mad, though. So maybe she should reconsider.

Hmm. Nope.

“Little girl.” He took a step closer.

Bang.

She got him right in the forehead with a bright pink spongy ball.

Oh, she was good at this.

Maybe this was her secret, hidden, super-duper talent! Hitting Papa with spongy balls.

Sure, it wasn’t as good as being able to create spells that would put warts on Lauren’s nose.

But it was close.

“Immy. Here. Now.”

Hmm. Was it a good sign that he’d suddenly worked out how to talk?

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