A Little Easter Delight (MC Daddies)

Chapter 1

“Daddy! Daddy! I made my first invite! Isn’t it adorable?” Millie came to a stop in front of Spike who was sitting on the sofa. Mr. Fluffy was sleeping on his bed next to Spike’s feet. He opened one eye and stared up at her before falling back asleep.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Fluffy, I have your outfit all ready. You are going to look so adorable for our super-duper Easter egg hunt!!” She went to clap her hands before she remembered the invitation she was holding.

Oops. She had to be careful! She didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

Carefully, she handed it over to Spike. “Take a look, Daddy!”

“Cute,” he said.

The invitation looked like an Easter egg resting on a flat base, and it was all glittery and delicious.

“Open it, Daddy!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Please. I want to make sure it works. The invitation part is inside the egg.”

“How many people are coming to this thing?” he asked.

“It’s not a thing. It’s an amazing, super-duper awesome Easter egg hunt.” She held her arms up dramatically.

Spike’s lips twitched. “My apologies.”

Millie patted his shoulder. “You’ll get there, Daddy. Soon you’ll be as excited as me. Isn’t Easter the best?”

“I thought Christmas was the best?” he asked.

“It is!”

“And Valentine’s Day?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Also the best.”

“How about Halloween?” he asked.

“Yep. Spooky best.” She waved her fingers in the air. “Oooh. Oohh.”

“What was that?” he asked.

“Um, the sound a ghost makes.”

“Isn’t that boo?”

“Pfft. That’s too obvious.”

“Ahh. So what about your birthday?”

“Best day of the year!”

He snorted. “So, how many people are coming?”

“Well, I have to send the invites first to get back the RSVPs. So I’m not sure,” she told him.

Spike eyed her for a long moment. “Baby doll.”

“Daddio!” she said back with a grin.

“No.”

“No, what?” she asked.

“No to Daddio. I’m Daddy.”

“You sure are. Do you know what sort of Daddy you are?” she asked.

He gave her a suspicious look. “No.”

“The best Daddy!” she cried, arms in the air again.

“Yeah, nice try at distracting me. I still want to know how many people you’re expecting.”

“Hmm. Okay.” She used her fingers to start counting. When she got to around thirty, he held his hand up.

“No. Just no.”

“You say no a lot, Daddy. We need to expand your vocabulary.”

“To what? Nope. Nuh-uh. No freaking way?”

“Hmm. That’s an okay start. But I was kind of thinking more like, ‘yes, of course, baby,’ and ‘whatever you want whenever you want,’ and ‘all I want is to make you happy.’”

“Um, still no. Send less invites.”

“I can’t!”

He gave her a stern look.

“Okay . . . okay . . . I’ll cap it at thirty.”

He sighed.

“Open it, Daddy. Please!” she cried.

“Fine.”

He opened the invitation.

It exploded in a sea of glitter. Shades of blue, green, and red rained down on Spike’s head, shoulders, and chest.

Millie placed her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. But she couldn’t stop them from escaping. They burst out of her as she stared at Spike.

He just sat there, staring at her, still as a statue.

Mr. Fluffy let out one woof and she glanced down to find that he had glitter on his nose. He opened his eyes for a brief moment, then heaved a huge sigh before rolling over onto his side.

Mr. Fluffy was used to her by now.

“What was that?” Spike asked in a low, controlled voice.

“Glitter bomb invitation! Isn’t it the best?” She clapped her hands, bouncing up and down. “So. Much. Fun.”

“Millie,” he said in a low voice.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Run.”

A squeal of shock escaped her as she turned on her heel, racing off toward the stairs. Laughing, she ran up them.

“Don’t run up the stairs!” he barked.

Millie rolled her eyes. He was the one who’d told her to run. What did he expect her to do?

She looked over her shoulder, thinking he’d be close behind her. After all, she wasn’t a very fast runner. In fact, she didn’t really like to run at all. Her boobs had a mind of their own. They were always popping out of her bra and going rogue when she attempted to run.

Frankly, it just wasn’t worth it.

Unless there was a sale on dinosaurs.

Or cupcakes.

Or when your Daddy told you to run.

After all, Millie always did what she was told.

But Spike wasn’t chasing after her. Instead, he just stood at the bottom of the stairs in all his glittery glory, his hands on his hips, glaring up at her.

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Daddy, if you’re gonna order me to run, then you can’t tell me how to run!”

“Course I can. I’m your Daddy.”

Hmm. Well, she couldn’t really argue with that logic. When she made it to the top of the stairs safely, she heard him coming up behind her.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Letting out another cry, her heart racing, she ran down the hallway to the bathroom.

She wasn’t entirely sure why he was chasing her. Only that it was fun and exhilarating.

But where was she going to hide? She headed into the bathroom and climbed into the bath, lying down. It was the perfect hiding place.

He would never find her.

She was hidingin the bath.

Millie always hid in the bath. When they were playing hide and seek. Or she’d done something naughty. Or if she just needed a few minutes to think.

She didn’t even bother filling it up with water for her thinking time. She’d just lay down in it.

Apparently, it helped give her inspiration.

His girl was a nut.

And he fucking loved her.

Spike didn’t know what he’d do without her. And he never intended to find out.

Sometimes he worried about losing her like he’d lost Jacqui, his first wife. She’d died during a carjacking and for a long time he’d blamed himself for not protecting her. Then Millie came along and taught him that there was more to life than existing that he’d started to forgive himself.

His girl ate up life. She lived every day like it was precious. As though she couldn’t stand to waste it.

And she made him so happy.

Even when she made some sort of exploding glitter bomb and tricked him into opening it.

Spike knew he would be finding glitter in places that glitter wasn’t meant to be for days.

So the Little brat was going to pay for that.

He stepped quietly into the bathroom.

Was she . . . singing to herself?

He rolled his eyes. She could at least act a bit concerned. Or like she was trying to hide.

“What are you singing?” he asked.

She screamed and put her hands over her chest, glaring up at him. “Daddy! You scared me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Did I?”

“Yes. You should apologize when you scare someone. I might have peed myself.”

“Just as well you’re in the bath, then. Makes it easier to clean you up.”

She put her hands over her face. “I can’t believe you said that.”

“And I can’t believe that you gave me a glitter bomb.”

“Actually, it was a glitter bomb invitation.” She moved her hands from her face. “Did you read it?”

“No, brat. I didn’t read it. I was too busy chasing after your naughty bottom.”

“Rude. Anyone would think you didn’t appreciate my glitter bomb invitation.”

“If that anyone is you, then yes, you should think that. I’m going to be finding glitter for days.”

“Oh, yeah. You really shouldn’t have run through the house like that, Daddy.” She wiggled a finger at him. “You’re going to have to clean that all up.”

“Won’t be me cleaning it up,” he told her.

“Well. I don’t think Mr. Fluffy will do a very good job.”

“Mr. Fluffy?” he asked.

“Um, yeah. He doesn’t have any thumbs. Makes it hard for him to work a vacuum or a broom.”

“Right. Because that’s the reason that he won’t clean it up . . . his lack of thumbs.”

“You really shouldn’t mention that to him, though. I don’t want his feelings to be hurt. Like when the vet called him f-a-t,” she whispered the last three letters.

As though she thought the damn dog could hear her.

Or spell.

Although there was no doubt that Mr. Fluffy knew the word sausage.

And diet. The look that he’d given Spike when he’d mentioned putting him on a diet . . .

Yeah, Spike had slept with one eye open that night. He shouldn’t have worried, though. Mr. Fluffy was too lazy to seek revenge.

Although a few days later he found a half-eaten sausage in his boot. It had definitely felt like a threat.

“You’ll be the one cleaning it all up,” he told her. “Just like you’re going to help clean me up.”

Her mouth dropped open. “But I didn’t make the mess, Daddy! You opened the invitation, and then you ran through the house, chasing me and spilling glitter. I really do think you owe me an apology.”

“You know what I think I owe you?” he asked in a low voice.

She gave him a suspicious look. “No. What?”

“A spanking.”