Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,81
booster seat for my truck, that’s non-negotiable. It’s a safety issue and Daddy is in charge of safety and health. Those rules will be your strictest and will apply for big and Little Mari.”
She nodded, wide-eyed at his stern tone. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Hmm, what about a crib for nap-time or would you rather have a cute princess bed?”
“I . . . I don’t need naps, Daddy. I is a big girl.” Okay, this was really bringing out her Little.
“Not that big, baby girl. And you will definitely be having naps. At night you’ll sleep in our bed, of course. But we can set the spare room up as your Little room, once we take that other bed out. So let’s get you a cute princess bed with a canopy. Look this one has stars all around the top and fairy lights. We’ll see how you do in a big girl bed. If you’re naughty and don’t sleep, then we might need a crib. And we’ll get you a pacifier to try. What do you like? Ahh, here’s a princess one.”
She had to admit, it was really cute. It was purple with a crown on the front. But she wasn’t sure about it.
“You’re frowning, teeny. Don’t want a pacifier?”
“I like my thumb.”
“I know you do. But you might like a pacifier too. Let’s get a bottle to try as well. Princess baby’s bottle. Perfect. And princess cutlery and a bamboo plate.”
Dear Lord.
“Ooh a princess ball pit. Would you like that?”
“Really?” She grasped hold of the tablet, making him laugh. “Oh wow. They make ball pits for my size!”
“You’re just a tiny thing.” He took the tablet back and added princess ball pit to the cart. That was going to be so fun.
“Coloring books? Pens?” he asked.
“Yes. And I love crafting!” she said enthusiastically.
“All right. So we’ll add crafting things. Hm, not sure about you using scissors. We might need some of those safety ones. Glue. Glitter. We’ll need a mat to put down so you don’t make a mess. Colored card stock. Stickers.”
“Lots of stickers! And look at that pretty paper! Ooh.”
Finally there was a cart filled with everything she could possibly dream of having. Not just a ball pit and crafting materials, but also some building blocks and a doll’s crib for Princess Nana. A pale pink and white striped beanbag chair for her to read on. A white fluffy rug for the floor. A pretty white bookcase and a matching desk that Linc told her would be perfect for sitting at and writing lines. She didn’t like the idea of that at all.
“Now, we need some naughty girl supplies. Ahh, here we go, a heart-shaped spanker. Perfect.” It was a long black wand with a heart-shaped leather pad at the end. She couldn’t even imagine being spanked with it.
“This is ingenious.” He showed her another spanking implement. This one had a thicker handle and was round at the end. It was pink and had a picture of a princess on one side. The handle had a hole at the end and a chain was threaded through. What was it though? As she was trying to work it out, Linc showed her an image on the website of a woman walking around with it hanging from her handbag.
She gaped. “I’m not walking around with that!”
“Nobody will know. They’ll think it’s some cute attachment. But if you’re naughty, I can slip away with you to somewhere private, take it off your bag and turn your bottom nice and red. Let’s get two.”
The man was an evil genius.
And she thought she might well be falling in love with him.
“I’m never gonna be naughty when we’re out.”
“Oh, I’ll hold you to that,” he told her with a grin. Lastly, he ordered a time-out stool that was white with the word, ‘time-out’ painted along the top. And a booster seat that could attach to the dining chair or be used in his truck.
“I thought I only had to use a booster seat in your truck if I couldn’t drive it?”
“I changed my mind. It will be safer for you with the seat, so you’re going to have the seat. I might get a custom-made one with straps yet.”
Yikes.
“Now, that’s all ordered. Let’s get your rules sorted and go through any limits before we visit Doc.”
“I feel like it’s Christmas,” she said with wonder.
“You always get paddles for Christmas? Goodness, you must be on Santa’s naughty list. Tut-tut. It’s a wonder the big man hasn’t taken