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Instead, her feet went out from under her and she fell backward into the snow.
“Sunny!”
Shoot.
Okay. Now she was kind of grateful for her fifty layers.
“Are you all right?” Duke asked worriedly.
“Yep.”
He hauled her up.
“Your bottom?” he asked gruffly.
“It’s fine. Those extra layers padded my fall.”
“Did they? So it seems like putting on all those clothes was beneficial, wasn’t it?”
“Maybe to my bottom. Not to the rest of my body. Can we please take off some layers, Daddy?” she begged.
He frowned, but nodded. “All right. Let’s tidy you up a bit and take some off.”
Duke half-turned her so she stood sideways and patted the snow off her bottom.
Which was kind, she guessed. But he was rather enthusiastic about how hard he patted her bottom, though, and it seemed to go on a bit too long.
“Daddy! Are you getting the snow off my bottom or spanking me?”
“When I spank you, you’ll know.”
Yikes.
He unzipped her jacket, taking it off. Then he pulled off the woolen jumper she had on underneath. It was her favorite jumper with a picture of the unicorn on the front. But it was a relief to get it off, considering she wore two more layers under it.
Duke secured the jacket back on her. Then he reached into his truck and drew out her pale pink hat. It had two pom-poms on it.
One pom-pom was awesome.
Two was off the charts. Everyone knew that.
She already had her gloves on and the last thing he put on her was a scarf with a pom-pom on each end.
“Let’s go, Daddy!” She clapped her hands together.
They liked coming out here because it was quiet. And also because Duke wanted to chop down their own tree. She guessed it was a man thing.
And now he had a new truck to haul it home in. It was shiny black and huge. Sunny still thought it would have been better to have been pink. But Duke wasn’t really a pink sort of guy.
“Come on, Daddy!” she urged as he grabbed his axe. She tugged at his hand impatiently.
“Settle down, Little Rebel, unless you want me to add to the punishment you already have coming.”
“Me?” she asked, pointing to herself.
“Yes, you.”
“Why am I getting punished?”
