A Little Father’s Day Favor: A Holidays at Rawhide Ranch Story by Smith Maren

Author:Smith, Maren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Hot Romance Inc
Published: 2023-05-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Nikki couldn’t remember ever being in a hotel room before, much less a cabin, but she couldn’t imagine any other place on Earth being half as wonderful as the guest rooms at Rawhide Ranch. Modern architecture met old-fashioned western décor in every aspect from the steer horns hanging over the bed, to the brown-and-white cow-hide rug on the floor, and the brightly block-colored Native American blanket on the massive four-poster bed. An adult-sized crib with a long skirt that extended from mattress to floor had been tucked up against the wall next to the window. Painted white, it was made up with a soft green blanket and pillow decorated all around the edges with hopping, happy, diapered frogs, which matched the musical mobile that dangled high above the pillow.

While Daddy was caught up examining the list of weekly activities hanging on the back of the door, she ventured closer to get a better look. Checking to see if she was being watched, she poked the mattress, checking for softness. A quick poke of the bed told her it was just as soft, and her tummy lit all aquiver with butterflies. It felt strange, but not scary. Neither did the realization that he would be sharing the same cabin with her. Not even Nanny did that anymore. Not since her first year.

Bending down, she lifted the bed skirt and looked underneath. Another little bed, unseen behind the draping cloth, had been made up on the floor with its own diapered frog blanket and memory-foam pillow.

“This sounds fun,” Daddy said brightly, still perusing the list. “We’ve got pony rides in two hours. Oh, and cookie baking at ten tomorrow morning. ‘Sugar cookies enough for every Little and their caregivers’,” he read. “‘All colors of frosting, and tons upon tons of sprinkles.’ Sounds like a sugar rush just waiting to happen. Still”—he cast her a smile—“would you like to make a sugar cookie for Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She’d never participated in any of the cooking classes or activities, but she nodded. If Daddy wanted a cookie, then she’d make him the best cookie she could. It was a small way to say thanks for all his kindnesses, and even if he never did another thing for her from now on, she was still grateful.

Coming to her, Hudson bent down and peeked under the bed. He was quiet and although still smiling when he straightened, there was a seriousness in his blue eyes when he cupped her chin and made her look at him. “If you need to use that bed, you have my permission. But I want you to promise you’ll tell me first. Understood?”

For him, for his kindness, she’d agree to anything. “Yes, Daddy.”

He held her pinned by that semi-stern glare as if to assure himself that she wasn’t lying, and the butterflies in her tummy flew like crazy. She felt so Little when he touched her like this, it made her feel shy and blush and ignited that horribly distracting pulse that seemed to have taken permanent root in her “naughty bits,” as Nanny liked to call them.

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