Daddy's Little Darlings

“She would have taken my breast if she hadn’t already seen the bottle,” Daphne said without much conviction.

“Maybe.” Not even bothering to appear convinced, Danita walked to the window and stared down. Some thing below had obviously caught her attention.

“What is it?”

Her mother nodded at someone or some thing on the ground. “I’m not sure. Here,” she said, reaching for Alex Junior, “let me take this ‘un. Nelly’s had a yen to feed one of these babies, and she and I can have a nice chat.”

Danita snatched the baby from her before Daphne had a chance to argue. “Brush your hair, Daphne,” she commanded, “and don’t forget your teeth.” Then she hurried from the room.

Daphne’s mouth dropped open. “For heaven’s sake!” What had gotten into her mother? She got out of bed and ran to the window, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just a lot of cars, which were always parked at the Banning mansion. She wondered if her mother had seen the Banning solicitor leaving. Maybe that’s what she wanted, to hurry off to pick Nelly’s brains about whatever Mr. Banning had been revising in his will.

She shook her head and went into the bathroom to comb her hair, tied it with a green ribbon, then took a moment to brush her teeth and wash her face. She felt so much better, she decided to step in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door. It would be so nice if her stomach was beginning to shrink, though she’d never again have the body Alex had fallen in love with in the first place….

“Daphne?”

She gasped at the sound of his voice in the bedroom and slammed the bathroom door firmly closed. “Yes?”

“Uh, do you have a second?”

“No!” She’d left her night gown and panties on the other side of the door when she decided to peek in the mirror.

There was silence for a moment.

“I’d like to talk to you.”

She closed her eyes at the soft huskiness of his voice. “I’m listening.”

“I mean face-to-face. I don’t want to wake the babies.”

“Oh.” She thought rapidly. “Well, come back in five minutes.”

“Okay,” he said, his tone uncertain. “Better yet, why don’t you meet me on the front step in five? I really need to speak with you.”

“Oh, okay.” Maybe it had some thing to do with his father’s will. If Alex suggested she move out with him, some where far away, like Alaska, she would do it in a flash. Anything not to have to live under his father’s disapproving eye—