Daddy's Bunny {Book One}

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I wake up in daddy's living room on a big, cushy couch. The room is decorated with soft blankets and pillows, and the lighting is adjustable. Daddy left the remotes for the tv and the lamps on the coffee table for me. I look down and notice that I'm no longer in my clothes, but a pair of soft pajamas instead. I look at my phone, 3:30am. "Where is my daddy?" I ask myself as I put on the big sweater laying on the couch beside me. I walk out into the hall. The house is big. "Dada?" I say into the hallway. I walk into a room with a set of double doors. I think this is daddy's office?

"Daddy?" I whisper, opening the door gently. "Mmm?" He replies sleepily, lifting his head up from his desk. "Dada left kitty alone, kitty was scared." I whine to him, starting to cry. He sits straight up and turns to me, a completely worried look on his face. "No, no, hey, kitty, come here. Stop your crying, angel. Okay? Daddy is here." I crawl into his lap and attach myself to him. "Pease dun leave kitty alone again, dada." I whimper as I push myself closer to him. He plays with my hair while he rubs my back and kisses me softly.

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I wake up in a huge sweater and my pajamas. My hair is in my face, and the bed I'm in is empty. "He left me again?" I wonder as I walk to the bathroom and grab a brush off of the sink counter. I run the brush through the knots in my hair—damn it for being so thick—until it's somewhat manageable. I change out of my pajamas and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I walk downstairs to the kitchen. Daddy is making breakfast, but he turns when he hears me enter the room. He takes a minute to look at me, but he seems disappointed. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask cautiously. "You look so pretty, but I was hoping you'd want me to dress you today, since I can actually do that now. Please don't think I'm upset! I just want you to be a little princess and let daddy do anything you need." He smiles. I feel bad, it's just a simple outfit, and I'm happy to change! "No no no, daddy, I just threw this on to come downstairs, I don't really know why... I want you to dress me today please." He perks up a bit, a bigger smile on his face. "My little baby, so precious and sweet. Let's have a full tummy and then daddy can pick you some clothes?" I nod in agreement and sit down at the table.

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Once I'm finished eating my breakfast, i throw my arms in the air. "Daddy! Dress me now pease!" I giggle. "You're so adorable, baby. I have the perfect outfit in mind, okay?" I blush and swing my feet, putting my hands down in my lap. Silently, I follow daddy up the stairs to our bedroom. In the closet, there's a little bench with clothes neatly folded on top. It's a cute skirt and baby tee. Daddy has good taste.

Then, there's a knock at the door. "Daddy! Door makin' noise!" I shout. "Well, let's go open it, babydoll!" He says, putting his hand on my back. "Buh dada! Scared!" I whine back at him. "That's alright, bunny. Daddy will protect you!" he chuckles softly.

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"CHARLIE!" I yell, running out into the front yard to give her a hug. We giggle and we squeal as we embrace each other tightly. I take her to the playroom to show her my new toys. We play for hours while daddy and Luna talk about important stuff I don't care about in daddy's office. I can already tell Charlie and I will be really close in no time.

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"Come on, angel! Time to go. Mommy still has to give you a bath and brush your hair, babes." Luna announces. "No not ready yet!" I whine. "I dun wan her go!" I scream, stomping my feet on the rubber floor mat."Emma Davis! That's enough from you." Daddy scolds, grabbing my shoulders gently. I scream and smack him. He lets go of me and I run off. When I'm told to come back out Luna and Charlie are gone. "Emma," Daddy starts. "Yes Daddy..?" I reply, whimpering. "You've been very, very bad tonight." He says, lowly, quietly. "I sorry?" I whimper back desperately. "Corner. Now." He orders, pointing to the corner chair, facing the wall. "Yes Daddy." I agree, walking miserably to the chair. "For how long?" I whine. "Until you learn that you never ever hit anyone." He replies.

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