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That sounded like some Daddy logic right there.
“I dunno, Daddy. I think that porridge is going to set me back. It might even be something that could give me a cold.” She was kind of amazed by how much easier it was to slip into Little headspace with Brand than it was when she was at the club. Or on her own.
She really did trust him to catch her if she fell.
“Five spoonfuls, and then you can have your bottle.”
She sighed. It was a long, drawn-out affair. “If I must, Daddy. But don’t blame me if the porridge has adverse effects on my recovery.”
“Who knew you were such a drama queen.”
“How dare you, Daddy! I’m not a drama queen. I’m a rock queen!”
“You’re both.” Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead.
She could feel herself blushing.
Idiot.
It was just a kiss on the forehead. Wasn’t like he kissed her mouth or anywhere else. But it felt sweet and right, and it made her body sit up and pay attention.
Hopefully, that meant she was really starting to feel better.
“Now, eat up,” he ordered.
He’d already put the bib on her. Not that she’d need it. She wasn’t a messy eater.
The porridge was actually not that bad. Not that she intended to tell Brand that. She didn’t want to find herself eating it on a regular basis.
“How is it?” he asked after she swallowed.
“Didn’t you have it for breakfast, Daddy?” she asked.
“Hell, no. I’ve got a full breakfast waiting for me.”
Her mouth dropped open, and he put another spoonful inside. She didn’t close her lips quick enough, though, and some dribbled down her chin.
“Oops.” Grabbing the bottom of her bib, he wiped her chin clean. “There, all clean.”
She might have been embarrassed at having to be cleaned up like a baby… but he wasn’t even eating the porridge?
“Daddy! If I have to eat the porridge, you should have to as well!”
“Urgh, I don’t want to eat it. Nasty stuff. Open up.”
She closed her lips and glared at him.
“Little girl,” he said sternly. “The agreement was five mouthfuls, and half of the last spoonful spilled down your chin.”
“You has to eat it too, Daddy,” she grumbled. But she took the next mouthful.
Because Jolie was a good girl.
After she finished eating, he wiped her up and then held up the glass of orange juice. She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t likes orange juice.”
“All right.” He drank it down. “I’ll get you a protein drink. Then you can take a nap.”
“I just woke up! I’m not sleepy. And I should try to wash my hair.” She touched it with a grimace.
