"Ass, Unca Jack?" Abbey looked at him completely innocently.
"Hey," Brian frowned. "Where'd you learn that word?"
"You, Papa, Aggie--everybody. Why?"
"That's not a word for you to use."
"I am not a child," she scowled at him defiantly. Brian raised one eyebrow and tried hard not to laugh. He wanted to, but he knew if he laughed, he'd have no control of his daughter at all.
"You're absolutely right, Abbey," Marcus decided to help Brian out--or try to. "But, I thought you were a princess."
"I am," she frowned at Marcus.
"But, that's not a princess word."
"Can I say butt, then?"
"Um, yeah. Fine. You can say butt."
"Okay," Abbey said, shrugging. She turned and walked off to the playroom.
"How'd you do that?"
"I'm a dad with four kids that are all older than yours, that's how. You'll learn. We all do. Oh, and yes, Jack, I did get one or two licks in."
Upstairs in her room, Khaat tossed out another pair of shoes that Marcus had ruined for her. When he found her at the bottom of the stairs, he'd snapped the heels off her stilettos again. She had really liked these shoes too. She took off the ruined little black dress and tossed it too. She put on a pair of jeans and a one of Brian's cream colored flannel shirts and put it on. She was aching, but she wasn't bleeding. And that was all that counted. Considering how their encounters usually went the fact that she wasn't bleeding felt like a win for her.