Page 237 of Her Daddies' Everything

She wasn’t sure what it was that sent her fully into Little headspace, maybe the environment. Since the only other time she’d done this was at the playground.

And this room was even better since it was all hers.

“Immy won’t make slime until she hears the rules.”

“Rules schmules! Down with rules! Rules suck balls!” She giggled after that last one.

Jenner walked in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Really? Rules suck balls?”

Another giggle escaped.

“There are rules, sassy brat,” Tobias told her. “You need to be careful with your sprained wrist for one.”

Pfft. It felt fine.

Well, it hurt. But it would be fine.

“The slime doesn’t leave this room,” Jenner added. “It’s not to be used in any Immy-jokes or pranks.”

“Hmm, I owe you some punishment for the peanut butter in my sheets,” Tobias mused.

“Hey! There’s a statutory period for when punishments can be given and you’re past the time limit.”

“Ahh, who is the Daddy here?” Tobias asked.

“Jenner! Because you’re the Papa.”

“All right, who is the Papa?” Tobias asked.

“You are.”

“So who makes the rules?”

“Immy does! Because she is the cutest!”

“Immy is definitely the cutest,” Jenner told her, walking over to boop her nose. Then he kissed her lightly.

Ooh, she liked that.

“But she’s also the Little, so she doesn’t get to make the rules,” Jenner added.

Cupcakes.

“Also, Immy is supposed to be taking a nap,” Tobias added.

“Nooo! Booo! Down with naps!”

“Naps are important,” Jenner said. “But instead of your nap, you can go to bed earlier.”

She groaned but nodded. “Okie-dokie, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Last rule, you can’t leave the playroom without one of us or use the bathroom on your own,” Tobias added.

Yikes.

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“Daddy! What sort of pie do you want?”

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