I could tell that Daddy had had enough. My brattiness had been off the charts, mainly due to frustration that Daddy had been away for a week. He’d only been back a day and had already retreated to his office. I worried I’d overdone it, until I received a text message summoning me.
I knocked on the closed office door, waiting for him to permit me entry.
I waited.
And waited.
Ten minutes must have passed, but I knew better than to knock again.
‘Come in, Little One.’ He finally called from inside.
Entering the room, I close the door behind me and lean back against it.
‘Hello Daddy.’ I say with a smile.
‘You know why we’re in here, don’t you Little One?’ He asks.
‘I think so Daddy. You’re here because you’re sick of me being a brat. I’m here because you missed me?’
He chuckles lightly. ‘Nearly Little One. One of those things is most certainly true. I missed you desperately while I was away. As soon as I return, your behaviour makes me realise exactly why.’
‘You like it when I’m bratty, Daddy?’