Page 197 of Her Daddies' Everything

It was the only thing to do.

She really had no other choice. Immy ran for the flying fox and took hold.

“Whee!” she cried as she flew down it.

The fort was only about eight feet tall so it really wasn’t a high flying fox. But it was still a heap of fun.

She landed in a pit of spongy pieces.

Okay, so in hindsight, the flying fox was not a smart idea. Because exiting a pit of spongy pieces was not a quick or easy process. She finally managed to crawl her way out, landing on the mat next to the pit while heaving for breath.

The light above her was suddenly blocked by a large man. A man who was frowning down at her.

“Unicorn poop.”

“Yes. You are definitely deep in unicorn poop,” Tobias agreed. Reaching down, he lifted her, setting her on her feet.

She swayed slightly and he held her hips until she was steady. She peeked up into his face. His jaw was tight, his face serious.

Definitely in unicorn poop.

“Sooo, have I told you that you’re looking extra handsome today?” she told him as he took a firm hold of her hand and led her toward the exit. “Oh no! We have to go? But I don’t want to.”

Tobias stopped at the bench where they’d taken off their shoes. “Sit.”

Her lower lip dropped out as she sat on the bench. “This isn’t nice. Immy will be good if we can stay.”

He crouched in front of her, then tilted her chin up so she had to look at him. “Our time is up, Little girl. Leaving isn’t punishment, understand?”

“Can’t we stay a bit longer?” she pleaded.

“No, sorry. They have a group coming in.”

“Can we come back, then?”

“Hmm, well, you haven’t been very well behaved?—”

“I’ll do better, Papa! I promise! Please!”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said. “But we can come back. Just know that next time, Papa will spank you if you misbehave.”

“Papa! That’s not nice to spank Immy.”

“It’s not nice for Immy to ignore Papa’s orders and take off on a flying fox, which is basically running away from Papa.”

Oh drat.

She guessed that technically that was all true. But still, she thought that spanking her was worse.

Tobias slipped her shoes on and then stood to put his own shoes on before taking her hand and helping her stand.

“We really hafta go home?”

“We do,” he confirmed. “But first, as well as one week with no M&Ms and no Twizzlers, you’re going to write Papa a letter about why it is naughty to disobey me and run from me.”

“A letter! Nooo!”

“Yes. And it’s to be handwritten and no less than two hundred and fifty words.”

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