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Margo sat up like a spring, her eyes bulged to the size of saucers on her face. “I… what?”

“Not tonight,” Knox reassured her with a chuckle and a kiss. “Just a promise for next time.”

She smiled, her body relaxed, and she lie back down. “ Daddy,” she whispered as her eyes dropped close.

“What is it, babygirl?”

“I’m sleepy. I need a new diaper and my jammas and Mico… and you.”

“Okay, little one. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

She was asleep before he finished fastening the tabs on her diaper, so he skipped the jammas, grabbed Mico from where he sat, and carried her to the bed, curling his body around hers.

Chapter Twelve

December 30th

Margo

She woke up hot and sweaty with someone holding her tightly and started to panic before she remembered Knox.

Despite all her freakouts and self-sabotage, she had a Daddy of her very own. At least for a little while. And even though looking for problems was her go-to MO, in the early light of the morning, with memories of the day before running through her head, all she felt was peace and happiness.

Rolling over, she wrapped her arms around Knox’s waist and burrowed into his chest.

Knox roused, opening his eyes and looking down at her. With a sleepy smile, he kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly. “Good morning, my sweet little girl. How are you feeling today? Any regrets?”

“Regrets?” Margo echoed, not sure what he meant.

“About the day, about how things went with your friends, about agreeing to a trial run? About the things we did last night?”

“Oh.” Margo blushed as she remembered the dirty words that had come out of her mouth as he’d fucked her and the feeling of his cock in her mouth, his lips on her pussy. She felt embarrassed in the light of day, but she wasn’t sorry it had happened. As for the rest of it… the day had been hard, but she wasn’t sorry it had happened either. She was much happier now than she had been in ages. Her friends’ methods had been questionable, but their hearts had been in the right place. “No regrets,” she whispered.

“Good.” Knox blinked the sleep from his eyes. “It’s probably time to get up and start breakfast. Who’s on kitchen duty today?”

“I think I am,” Margo groaned. She absolutely hated kitchen duty. She’d rather clean bathrooms or fold a hundred loads of laundry than wash a single dish or cook a meal.

Knox however was smiling.

“Why is that good, Daddy? Why are you smiling?” Margo pouted.

“I’m smiling because whoever is on kitchen duty works with me and I’m happy that it’s going to be you. If it wasn’t, I don’t think I’d be able to drag myself out of bed and down to the kitchen.”

Margo wasn’t appeased. She didn’t want to leave the warm bed or Knox’s embrace. Especially not when the only thing waiting for her was kitchen duty.

“We could just tell everyone to make themselves cereal,” Margo pleaded. “Make it a YOYO morning…”

“A YOYO morning? What’s that?”

“You know… YOYO… you’re on your own. Everyone fends for themselves.”

“There were no YOYO mornings on Baze’s plan. And that gets you out of your chore for the day, but nobody else gets out of theirs. I don’t think that’s very fair. I don’t want the others to think you’re getting special treatment right out of the gate.”

Margo squirmed. “They won’t think that! They love cereal for breakfast and Baze hardly ever lets us have it! Please!”

Knox raised his eyebrows and angled his head down, looking into her eyes. “So… a cereal morning would be like a special treat?”

“Yes!” Margo agreed. “A special treat! Everyone would be too happy to have hard feelings.”