“Yeah, so?”
“So it should be yellow.”
He leaned in and kissed her ear. “Not everything has to be perfect to be right, baby girl. Maybe the banana wants to be pink for a change.”
Christ. Why did he have to go touching her? Now he’d grown even harder. He hadn’t been this horny since he was a teenager.
She raised her eyebrows. “A pink banana?”
He shrugged. “It’s a party banana. It wants to rebel against society’s rules.”
A smile crossed her face. “A rebellious banana? I didn’t realize bananas had feelings.”
He sighed. “A misunderstood fruit.”
She giggled. “You’re silly, Daddy.”
Oh, there was her Little. Good. This might be the perfect time to find out a few things about her.
“What’s your favorite thing to play with, baby girl?” he asked, keeping his gaze on the picture.
“Umm, playdough.”
“Playdough, huh?”
“Yep. I like making things.”
“Anything else?”
“I like coloring.”
“And you’re very good at it,” he praised.
“I like reading too. My favorite story is Alice in Wonderland.”
“The one with the rabbit and the tea party?”
She giggled. “Have you read it, Daddy?”
“Don’t think I have,” he said gravely.
She gave an exaggerated gasp.
“Obviously a terrible oversight.”
She nodded solemnly, giving him a shy look. “You’re easy to talk to.”
“I am?” He’d never considered himself much of a talker. He liked to get on and get stuff done.
“I’m not very good at talking to people usually. Maybe that’s why I like plants so much. Especially pretty flowers.”
“I couldn’t tell,” he deadpanned.
She giggled again. He liked that sound. A lot. “Maybe we should plant some flowers at your house, Daddy.”
“I don’t know. I’m not very good at remembering to take care of plants. They tend to die on me.”
“But I can do it for you.” She bounced on her seat with excitement. Then he watched as a shutter came over her face. The childlike look of joy left her face. “I mean, obviously since I live next-door. I wasn’t implying anything—”