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All very good ideas.

Nodding slowly, I eased my way deeper into the idea. “I was thinking that we needed to make my house prettier, and much better for a princess to come and play at, so why don’t we bring your princess bed and your toys to my house so it can have a special room just for you?”

It wasn’t asking him to move in with me if it was just giving him a playroom, right?

And the wiggling came back.

Thank God.

“Oh, Daddy. And my tables could come too?”

I had no idea if that was Little Addison or big Addison but it really didn’t matter. I knew the answer without even thinking about it. “Of course, sunshine. I need pillows too, don’t forget.”

It wasn’t moving in if he was just bringing a few tables.

Right?

Chapter 11

Addison

* * *

Pillows and blankets and tables and sparklies and books…

“Oh, Daddy, you need more pictures.” Special princess pictures and fancy pictures and Daddy kinds of pictures. “Do you like dog pictures?”

Before he could decide if he liked dogs, another thought escaped. “I need a table for my projects, Daddy.”

It could go in the playroom or in the living room or in the grown-up bedroom—Daddy had lots of rooms.

He even had two bathrooms.

“Then I could come over to play a lot.” How much a lot was too much a lot? “Right?”

Daddy nodded, getting up from the table to come around by me. He even kissed my head as he crouched down beside my chair so I knew he was happy. “Yes, princess sunshine. All the time.”

“Because I like you coming over all the time, so you’d like me coming over all the time too?” As he smiled, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “And we could have more sleepovers at your house once you have toys and fuzzy peoples and books and blankets.”

Daddy needed lots of things but I could help.

I was a great helper.

It was Daddy’s turn to kiss my cheek. “Lots of sleepovers anytime you want.”

“What…” The wiggles started as my tummy got tight but I was a strong princess and got the words out. “What if it’s lots of sleepovers because I’m sad or that other person isn’t nice? Some people aren’t nice, Daddy.”

They might be very not nice.

They might not have any imagination… or patience.

They might not even like princess dresses.

“You can always come over if you’re sad or lonely, princess sunshine.” He kissed my nose, making me smile even though my tummy wasn’t all the way happy again. “And if the other person isn’t nice, we can keep your pretty dresses and tiara at my house so you’d have to come all the time.”

Daddy wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. “I like being with you, princess sunshine, and that’s not going to change even if you get so smart your head gets big.”

Giggling, I puffed up my cheeks, making Daddy laugh. “Yep, even if you get big-head smart.”

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