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“I promise.”
* * *
Damn.
That had been a stupid promise to make.
His spanking hand was really itching. Especially when the naughty brat put her phone right in front of his face and took a photo.
“If you send someone that photo, you are not going to sit for a week,” he warned her.
She gave him a sad look. “But, Daddy. You promised.”
“I promised to let you do what you wanted without punishment. I didn’t say you could take photos and send them.”
With a sigh, she set her phone down. “Fine. I won’t send a photo to Cat and Immy. But, Grumpy Bear, you look so cute.”
“I look like a giant glitter bomb exploded over me.” There was glitter everywhere. Pink glitter on his eyelids. Gold glitter across his cheek bones and in his beard. There was red glitter on his lips and his eyelashes were about an inch longer because they had so much gunk on them.
“I’m going to be getting glitter out of my beard for weeks,” he grumbled.
Maeve started giggling. She laughed so hard that she bent over. When she finally managed to calm herself, she straightened and wiped at her tears.
And suddenly, he didn’t care that he’d be cleaning glitter out of his orifices for weeks.
All he cared about was her laughter. She sounded more carefree than she had in ages.
Reaching out, he drew her toward him. Then he kissed her. It started off soft then grew deeper. When he pulled back, they were both breathing heavily.
“Grumpy Bear?” she whispered.
“Later,” he promised. “Right now, you have to get this shit off me. Then we’re going to go jump in puddles.”
* * *
It’s just a darn puddle,Maeve.
But it wasn’t really the puddle. It was being outside. It was being away from the safety of the house.
She let out a breath. She could do this.
“Here’s a good one, baby. Jump.”
She stared down at the tiny puddle and over at Gray. She could see some glitter in his beard still. Not that she was planning on telling him.
She thought he looked cute.
Adorable.
“Grumpy Bear, that puddle sucks.”
“It does?”
She took hold of his hand, breathing in deep. Well, as deep as she could with the amount of layers he’d insisted she wear. He’d even made her put on mittens and a hat.
Paranoid man.
And she loved him for it.
