Page 182 of Daddy's Soul


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“Take care of my sister,” he ordered before ending the call.

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Reuben fixed his girl a snack and carried it to the bedroom.

He found her sitting on the floor with her new doll. As soon as she saw him, her face grew red.

He didn’t like that. She should be completely at ease with him no matter what she was doing.

“I hope it’s okay for me to play with this stuff. I didn’t think . . . maybe you wanted me to wait.” She stared around at the toys with worry.

“They’re your things, Little Blossom,” he told her firmly. “Why would I tell you that you couldn’t play with your own things?”

“Oh. Right. It just feels . . . surreal. All of this stuff for me.”

“You deserve all of it.” He set the tray down on the nightstand before joining her on the floor.

“Thank you.” Her eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, sitting. Why?”

“On the floor. Do you sit on the floor?” she asked.

“Why wouldn’t I sit on the floor?” He narrowed his eyes. “Because I’m old?”

“Oh, Daddy.” Reaching over, she patted his hand. “You’re not so old that you can’t sit on the floor.”

“I know I’m not so old that I can’t sit on the floor.” He blew out a breath. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

“Sort of. Maybe just a bit.”

“Brat,” he grumbled. “You still owe me some lines.”

“Don’t you think we could forget about those? I thought you would have . . . since you’re so old.”

“I’ll show you old.” He reached for her, dragging her over his lap.

Slap!

His hand smacked down on her bottom. Not hard. He was just playing around.

“Daddy, no! No! You can’t spank me!”

“Of course I can. I’m the Daddy. And I’m not so old that I can’t take you over my knee.”

Slap! Slap!

“Stop, Daddy! You’re young! You’re young! A spring chicken.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. There isn’t much spring in this chicken, unfortunately.” He set her back down on her bottom.

“Of course there is, Daddy. And those gray hairs just make you look sexier.”

“Obviously, I didn’t spank you enough.”

“No, Daddy! You did! I meant it. You’re so sexy. I just . . . you don’t seem like the type to sit on the floor.”

“Guess you don’t think I’m the type to play with you, either.” He reached for Petal and straightened her clothes.

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