Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
When she pulled back, she looked at him again. “You really want pictures of me?”
“Yes, Little one. I love taking pictures, and I want our home to be filled with happy images of you.”
She flushed as he mentioned his house as if it were hers too. “You won’t show other people, right? They can just be for us?”
“If that’s what you want, Curls. I won’t show anyone.”
“Okay.”
“Ready for lunch?”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy. Can we get hotdogs from the food truck next to the park?” she hedged, not certain if he liked hotdogs or if he would let her eat junk food for lunch.
He chuckled. “Sure. Not every day, mind you, but I think that’s a fine idea for today.”
She giggled as he helped her into the car, reached across to fasten her seatbelt, and shut the door. Her Daddy was the most fun ever. He made her so happy. She even pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t sleeping.
Chapter Thirteen
“Don’t try to look at the camera, Curls,” Evan chastised his Little girl playfully. It was hard to convince her he wanted natural-looking candid shots. He chuckled as he lifted the camera again. “Pretend I’m not here. No one is taking pictures. You’re just sitting on that blanket on a pretty afternoon enjoying the day.”
It had been challenging helping Tori eat a hotdog with both catsup and mustard on it without it dribbling down her shirt or onto her shorts or the blanket. He’d ended up tucking a napkin in the front of her shirt and settling one on her lap. Even then, he’d had the urge to hold the hotdog himself and feed her bites.
She’d giggled every time he’d pointed at the dripping mess of condiments, and there was no way he could take the hotdog away from her because she made his cock hard every time she tipped her head to one side and stuck out her tongue to lick the mess of red and yellow swirls before it could drip out the other end.
When she’d finished eating, Evan had opened the large backpack he’d brought and pulled out an assortment of items, starting with a wipe to clean up her hands and face.
“What all do you have in there?” Tori had asked, glancing at the backpack. “I thought it was just your camera.”
“Nope. I have all kinds of things.” He’d winked at her before pulling out the copy of Tour of Flowers she’d been looking at earlier in the day. She’d seemed engrossed in it when he’d checked on her, so he assumed she enjoyed looking at pictures. Either she liked his photography or she loved flowers.
She flushed adorably when he handed it to her. “It’s so nice out. I thought we could sit here for a while. You can look at the book and I’ll take pictures of nature and you.”
She reached for the book tentatively, her bottom lip between her teeth. He wasn’t sure what to make of that.
He pulled out a blank sketchbook next and a packet of pencils. “I also got you a fresh sketchpad and new pencils in case you want to doodle. I noticed the one you had the other day was almost full.”
When he met her gaze again, he frowned. She didn’t look pleased. In fact, she looked nervous and… guilty? As if she’d done something naughty. He couldn’t imagine why.
“If you don’t like this sketchpad, I can get you a different one,” he suggested in case that was the problem. “I didn’t figure you cared what it looked like since you’ll probably cover the front with stickers anyway.”
She took it from him and set it on the blanket next to her, still clutching Tour of Flowers against her chest. “I did something naughty, Daddy,” she murmured. “You’re going to be mad.”
He frowned. He couldn’t imagine what she might be referring to. He scooted closer and tipped her chin back. “It surely can’t be that bad. I’ve been with you nearly every moment for twenty-four hours.” He glanced at her lap, an idea forming. “Did you have an accident?”
He’d encouraged her to use the potty before they’d left the house, and that had only been an hour ago, but it was possible.
She shook her head. “No, Daddy.” She lowered Tour of Flowers to her lap and opened it up, flipping through the first few pages slowly until she finally stopped at a particular page with a bird of paradise.
For a moment, he simply waited, confused, and then she moved her hand away from the margin to reveal a tiny little bird doodled at the edge of the paper. “I wasn’t thinking. I saw that pretty flower and it reminded me of a little bird, and I marked in your book without thinking.” Her voice was soft and nervous. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She lifted her gaze to reveal watery eyes.