Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Really? Because you’re in a bit of a grumpy mood. And one or both of these things should cure that.”
“I’m not grumpy!”
“Hmm. Well, you might want to think about that for a while. And you are eating some dinner.” He moved so he was sitting on the seat next to her.
Then he reached for her plate and forked up some mashed potatoes. “Eat.” He held the fork up.
She just stared at it.
“Ahh, you must want the choo-choo train.” He drew his hand back and then brought it toward her mouth. “Here comes the choo-choo train. Chugga-chugga-choo-choo.”
It seemed to do the trick as she giggled and took the mouthful of food.
“That’s better,” he murmured, feeding her some more food.
He got a kick out of feeding her.
Hell, he got a kick out of taking care of her in all ways.
That was something he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
He continued to feed her until she claimed to have had enough. He figured she’d eaten enough so he ate his dinner while she did her lines next to him.
“Sit still,” he warned as she sighed, fidgeting.
“This is just so boring, Papa!” she complained as he got up and carried their plates to the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher.
“It’s meant to be. It’s punishment. How many lines have you written?”
“Twenty!”
“Only thirty to go.”
He turned away, smiling as she groaned. She really was adorable.
Matthieu settled onto the sofa in the living room. Dougie jumped up beside him as he turned on the television. After around five minutes, his girl walked over to stand in front of him.
“Finished, Papa.”
“Let me see.” He held out his hand and she put the piece of paper into it.
He checked over her lines, which said: I will listen to Papa and not stomp my foot.
There were fifty of them and he set the piece of paper to one side.
“Good girl,” he praised her.
He could tell she liked that. She practically preened as she climbed onto his lap when he held his arms open.
“I’m sorry I was grouchy, Papa,” she told him as he hugged her tight.
“That’s all right, Bébé,” he told her. “We all have off days. And Papa knows that you love him.”
“I do love you. So, so much.”
50
“Here you go, Mr. Poodles,” Maya said as she picked up the stuffed poodle from his bed. “I’ve got some medicine for you that is going to make you feel all better. Mr. Poodles! No! You’ll like this medicine, I promise.”
“Mr. Poodles is acting up, huh, Bébé?”
“Papa! I tolds you before, I’m Dr. Bébé,” she said with a huff.
“I apologize. You did tell me that and I forgot,” Matthieu told her.
“And yes, Mr. Poodles is being very naughty about taking his medicine. He’s worried that I’m going to give it to him in his butt-butt. But it’s better that way. He just doesn’t believe me.”
They’d been at the cabin for four nights now and it felt idyllic. She had been on edge the first two days, but Matthieu had just been so patient and understanding.
And commanding.
Firm without being a dick. And she’d gradually started to relax. Today, it had been so easy to slip into Little headspace. Especially with all the things he’d bought her Little. He’d been overly generous and she hadn’t known how to accept such generosity to begin with.
She now had lots of patients for her vet clinic. As well as Mr. Poodles there was Hammy the hamster, Cara the cat, Donny the deer, and Minister the mouse. Not to mention her vet’s coat and equipment.
Everything she needed to be a top-notch vet.
And those weren’t the only things he’d bought her; she had a new Lego house to build. And some Little clothes, most of which had strawberries on them.
She was in heaven. Being able to let go of her worries and just live in the moment . . . it wasn’t something that she’d experienced for a long, long time.
And Matthieu had given this to her . . . which made her fall even more in love with him.
It was something she’d desperately needed even if she hadn’t realized it.
“I’ll remember that next time you need medicine,” Matthieu told her.
She turned with narrowed eyes to him. “What does that mean?”
“It means next time that you need medicine in your bottom, I’ll remind you that Mr. Poodles had to get it in his bottom for his own good. So will you.”
She gasped. “Papa! I don’t need medicine in my butt-butt!”
“Well, not right now, no. But when you’re ill, you will.” He sat next to her on the floor and reached over to lightly tap her bottom. She was sitting up on her knees to keep her bottom off the floor because she’d been spanked that morning for talking badly about herself.
That was before she’d slipped into Little headspace. Her Little didn’t say bad things about herself.