Page 43 of Tiffanie

“Cake is good at any point of day, but nine AM is my favorite. Closely followed by 9:01,” Phineas said with a laugh, as he broke the ice, and returned the celebration to the room. He winked at Tiffanie as he handed her a corner piece of cake with the maximum amount of frosting on it.

How did he always guess what would make her happiest? She was incredibly lucky to have him in her life. Her life. Like a lightning bolt, the realization she had a future to enjoy hit her. And she got to spend time with him.

“Princess,” Phineas said as her tears erupted. He scooped her and her cake up in his arms and sat down with her on his lap. “The impact of the results at the doctor’s office registered fully on you, didn’t they?”

Ivan handed him some tissues, and Phineas dried her face. “We have all the time in the world together now. And we’re going to enjoy every moment.”

She nodded and leaned forward to press her lips to his, attempting to show him how much she cared about him. When Ivan cleared his throat, Tiffanie ended the kiss and looked around in surprise. She’d completely forgotten everyone else was here. “Oh, sorry!”

Relieved laughter filled the room. Tiffanie didn’t feel like they were making fun of her. This group understood. “Thank you.”

“Everyone eat up,” Sara urged. “Get that sugar high going so you can dive into the plans you need to make today.”

“Definitely. We need to finalize the Blue Ribbon Knowledge Fair and get ready for the four-year-old’s birthday party,” Essie said and tugged at the sides of her hair like she was pulling her locks out.

“You’ve got more frosting on yours. Can we share this one?” Phineas asked.

“Of course. I didn’t know you had a sweet tooth.”

“Of course I do,” Phineas said, holding her gaze a few seconds too long.

Her cheeks heated with embarrassment as he lifted a bite of the cake to her mouth. “Try this, Princess.”

Tiffanie opened her mouth and accepted the bite. The taste was absolutely the best. She decided to pretend his comment hadn’t applied to an activity other than enjoying cake. His chuckle clued her in that he knew exactly what she was doing.

When Essie brought up the plans for the events, Tiffanie sent her a grateful glance and focused entirely on the conversation. She didn’t choose to move from her Daddy’s lap. Why do something so rash?

Tiffanie had brainstormed throughout the day to come up with a slick way to say something to Phineas. Now, standing in the kitchen, all her options seemed so silly. Choosing one randomly, she said, “Daddy? The cake was delicious today.”

“I enjoyed the treat as well. Would you like to watch a movie tonight?” Phineas asked.

“No, Daddy. I’d rather have something even better than Sara’s dessert.”

“Oh? Do you want to play a game in your nursery?”

“No, Daddy.” Trying to subtly guide him to sex would be so much easier if he could read her mind. When he looked at her puzzled, she blurted out, “Would you make love to me?”

His eyes widened for a split second before they darkened with desire. “Of course I will. That would be a much bigger treat than cake.” His slow smile ignited the smoldering desire deep in her belly.

“Come here, Princess.” He tugged her close and kissed her hard. “Are you sure you’re ready to take this big step?”

“Yes.”

“Once I make you fully mine, I won’t let you go,” he said, holding her gaze.

“You don’t have to promise that, Daddy,” she told him, not wanting him to feel trapped. Her future definitely looked brighter now than it had before, but who knew what the future would bring.

“I won’t run, Tiffanie. Daddies don’t do that. You’re my Little girl. Now, unless you’ve radically changed your mind and you don’t want me in your life, I’m going to pick you up and take you to our bed where I can ravish you thoroughly.”

“Please, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

To her delight, Phineas didn’t probe further. He swooped forward and swept her off her feet. As she dangled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Phineas walked down the hallway to the bedroom. When she giggled and patted his tempting butt, her Daddy popped her smartly on the bottom.

“Don’t distract me,” he growled. “We’ll start here where my condoms are. Then fair warning, Princess, I plan to ravish you on every surface in this house.”

“Really?” she squeaked.

“Absolutely.”