I wasn’t so little last night while we made love, more than once, pausing only to eat takeout. But I feel little this morning, or maybe I just don’t want to deal with the future. I don’t want to think about what happens after today.
Colt is going to leave eventually. Maybe not today, but soon. Maybe he’ll stay with me until he gets another undercover assignment. Maybe I can talk him into that idea. I’m sure he’ll at least be on administrative leave for a while after taking out Bates.
Either way, I refuse to let the impending doom ruin the fact that I get a full day with him. Maybe even more.
I slide out from under the covers, use the bathroom, and ponder my clothing options. For the past week, I’ve slept either naked or in one of Colt’s T-shirts. He likes it that way. Even though I spend most evenings in my little space in childish pj’s or clothes, Colt removes everything when we go to bed. I get it. I think he likes to make love to my adult side.
He definitely does go out of his way to keep my little persona horny all damn day, and he can dole out amazing orgasms even when I’m little, but when it’s time to actually have sex, he tends to guide me gently back to my adult self.
I open my drawers and grab a pair of pink panties and a babyish cotton nightgown. It’s white with a rainbow on the front. It’s so short, it barely covers my butt.
By the time I shuffle into the kitchen, I’m fully little, and Daddy turns around from the stove to smile at me. “Good morning, baby.” He motions for me to come close and hugs me against his side. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, Daddy. Are you making pancakes?”
“I sure am.” He kisses my forehead. “Why don’t you have a seat? They’re almost ready. I’ll bring you a plate.”
I skip to the table and sit. He must have suspected I would wake up little because he has set the table for my youngest self. Sippy cup. Plastic fork. Princess plate.
Daddy cuts up my pancakes like he did last time and scoots my chair closer to the table. “Davis is coming over this morning for a few minutes.”
I lick the syrup off my finger and meet his gaze. “Okay. How come?”
He shrugs. “No idea. He called a bit ago and said he had something for me.”
“Is he bringing Britney?”
“I don’t think so. He said he was getting her a sitter.”
My eyes go wide. “He gets her a babysitter when he goes out?”
I nod. “Apparently.”
“Wow, that’s hardcore. The thought never would have occurred to me.”
Daddy reaches over and tickles my side. “After everything we’ve been through since I met you, I’m not sure I’d leave you home alone either. Maybe I should get the number of his sitter when he comes by.”
I giggle as he continues to dance his fingers over my tummy. “I don’t need a babysitter, Daddy. I’m big enough to stay home alone.” The thought of him leaving me with someone else is unnerving.
He chuckles. “Oh, now I’m definitely going to find someone. I’m also going to come up with good reasons to leave the apartment so you won’t have a choice.”
I consider the implications. Since I started seeing Daddy, I haven’t craved interaction with other Daddies. I proved that last week when I couldn’t finish my scene with Owen. The idea of being left with someone else makes me pout.
Daddy chuckles. “Don’t give me a reason to spank you already this morning, baby.”
“Yes, Sir.”
We finish eating and I help Daddy clean up the table just in time for the doorbell to ring.
I glance down at my nightgown. “I’m not even dressed.”
Daddy shrugs. “I’m sure Davis doesn’t care what you’re wearing, baby. He’s also seen you naked.” He lifts a brow as he reminds me.
True.
I skip over to the door next to Daddy and wait for him to look through the peephole before opening it.
Davis smiles at me as he comes inside. “Hey, little one. Sorry to hone in on your Sunday. I won’t stay long. Britney isn’t too pleased with my absence anyway.”
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “Next time maybe you can bring Britney with you?”
“Sounds like a great idea.”
Daddy pats my bottom. “Why don’t you go find something to play with while I talk to Davis?”
“Yes, Sir.” My shoulders slump though because I’d rather stay in the room and eavesdrop.
“Can I get you some coffee?” Daddy asks Davis as I head for the shelf next to the television where I keep my coloring books. I don’t ask permission to stay in the room while they talk. Daddy didn’t specifically tell me to leave the room. He simply told me to find something to play with. And I have. Colors.
I spread them out on the kitchen table and find the picture I want to color while Daddy makes Davis a cup of coffee. “I know you didn’t come by here just to say hi. You said you have something for me?” Daddy nods toward the folder Davis is holding.
Davis lifts the folder and sets it on the counter. “Take a look.”
Now, I’m beyond curious. It takes every ounce of self-restraint not to be nosy, and though I wouldn’t mind having my butt spanked at some point today, I’d rather it not be for punishment.
Daddy opens the folder as he slowly slides the mug of steaming liquid toward his friend. He stares at the contents for several minutes, flipping through the pages.
I can’t help but stare. It looks like there are three or four pieces of paper. I also think his hand is shaking a bit.
I’m holding my breath when he lifts his gaze to Davis. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart