“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
“Good Girl.”
He flipped her over, holding her on his lap and rocking her slightly. She buried her face in this chest.
“Can I get anything for her?” Archer asked quietly.
“Can you get Bumbly and her snuggly? She needs a bottle too; she missed her afternoon snack and I didn’t want to interrupt her. Although I see now that I should have.”
A bottle? In front of Archer?
“Shh,” Issy told her quietly, obviously feeling her tense. “He’s part of this. He doesn’t have to be your Daddy, but he has to be okay with all of this. And I can tell you that he is.”
She hoped so. Archer returned with her snuggly, Bumbly and a pair of fuzzy socks. They were yellow and black stripped and her favorite. He handed her Bumbly and her snuggly before slipping her socks on.
She thought she probably looked a bit silly dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of socks with a red ass. Then he surprised her by grabbing some tissues and wiping her face.
“Blow,” he commanded.
She blew her nose. He moved to the kitchen and started preparing a bottle with her special nutritional shake. He knew how to do that?
“Besides,” Issy told her in a quiet voice, “I think he has more of a Daddy side than he knows.”
Archer returned with her bottle and Issy leaned her back. She shifted around to get comfortable on her hot ass as he held the nipple up to her mouth. She sucked on it, watching Archer move around. But every so often he’d look over at them.
Was that a hint of longing in his eyes?
“Right, I’m going to start dinner. Archer, you want to sit with Caley and keep her company?”
That wasn’t half obvious. But she refrained from rolling her eyes at Issy as he stood with the empty bottle taking it up to the kitchen. She attempted to pull her T-shirt down to cover her butt as Archer moved over to sit next to her.
“Can I put my pants back on?”
“Nope,” Issy said cheerfully.
She stuck her tongue out at him as he turned his back.
“Uh-uh, poppet. I saw that.” Archer bopped her gently on the nose as she gave him an innocent look. Drat, she’d forgotten he was there.
“What did she do?” Issy asked.
She looked up at Archer with beseeching eyes. He shook his head. “Don’t think you can play one of us off against the other.”
He sat on the couch and settled her in against him. He picked her snuggly off the floor, where it had fallen and handed it to her. She gave him a shy smile, bringing the piece of material up to her nose to rub it back and forth. Then she slipped her thumb into her mouth as Archer relaxed back and turned on the T.V.
“She stuck her tongue out at you.”
“Did she just,” Issy drawled. “Well, I’ll have to find something to do with that tongue later.”
She blushed as Archer chuckled.
“Cat got your tongue now, poppet?”
She shrugged, not taking her thumb from her mouth.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked.
She glanced up at him, he looked tired.