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After putting some pasta on to boil, he sat at the table and grabbed his phone.
“Who you texting, Daddy?” she asked suspiciously. “It’s not the Easter Bunny, is it? You’re not telling him not to come, are you?”
“Why would I do that?” Spike asked, looking surprised.
“Because I was a bad girl and didn’t listen to you. I won’t do it anymore, Daddy. I will be a good girl. I promise.”
“Hey.” Standing, he around the table so he was in front of her. Bending down, he grasped her chin in his hand, tilting her face up. “You could never do anything that would make me tell the Easter Bunny or Santa or anyone else not to come, understand? You’re a good girl.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead, then her nose. “I’m just texting Reyes to let him know I won’t be into Reapers tonight. We’re having a vote on whether to let Stone become a member.”
“But you have to go tonight, Daddy!” she said in alarm as he set the phone down and went back to cooking dinner.
“What? Why?” he asked.
“Because you need to deliver the invitations.”
“Baby doll, I’m not leaving you after a migraine like that. I’ll deliver them another day.”
“Tomorrow?”
He eyed her. “We’ll see.”
Oh no. She didn’t like the sound of ‘we’ll see.’
“They have to be delivered tomorrow, Daddy,” she told him as he moved back to the stove to drain the pasta. “Please?”
“All right. Daddy will deliver them tomorrow.”
Millie clapped her hands. “You’re the best Daddy ever!”
“Is that because you think you have Daddy wrapped around your little finger?” he asked dryly as he put a plate of pasta in front of her. He sat on the chair facing her and forked some up.
“Daddy, I never thought that.” She gave him a shocked look.
That was a lie.
A little white one.
Because she totally thought that.
Spike fed her a bite of the pasta and she ate it slowly. Yummy. He knew just how to make it the way she liked.
Cheesy and delicious.
“Are you not eating, Daddy?” she asked in concern.
“I’ll eat soon, baby doll. Gonna get you fed and settled, then Daddy will eat. My baby comes first.”
Yep. Best Daddy ever.
“Daddy, I can feeds myself,” she told him proudly. “Then you can eats.”
“I like feeding you, though.”
She smiled at him and he fed her several more bites until she shook her head. “Enough, Daddy.”
