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"Yeah, sounds good." I needed all the help I could get.
"Any last questions before we take care of our guest permanently?"
I shook my head, and we both went back inside. Daisy stayed for another hour, but then got up and kissed Matty on the cheek, saying she had to head home. Matty threw his arms around her before I showed her to the door. Brick was waiting to escort her back, and informed me there would be someone on the door all night.
As soon as I locked the door, I heard a notification from my cell phone. It was Daisy.
He needs stuff. Go on Little Legs.
There was a link. I gazed at the online kink store while Matty watched the rest of the film, head on my lap, I added a dozen items to my cart and paid premium shipping so it would all be here in the morning.
Had I gone overboard? Yes.
Did I care?No.
Chapter ten
Matty
"Mmm?" Daddy rumbled, hiseyes fluttering open. "What's wrong, little one?"
I squirmed again, feeling my cheeks heat up. "I gotta go potty," I whispered, embarrassed but too desperate to care.
Without hesitation, Daddy sat up, keeping me steady with his strong hands. "Let's get you to the bathroom then," he said, his voice still rough with sleep.
He stood, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing at all. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling safe in his embrace ashe carried me across the hall. Once in the bathroom, he set me down gently.
"Can you manage on your own?" he asked, his blue eyes searching mine.
I bit my lip. It was a large bathroom.
"Want me to stay in here?" he asked gently.
I nodded vigorously, propped Patches up by the sink so he could supervise, and went to pee. When I'd finished, I went to the sink, and without even asking, Daddy carefully washed and dried my hands.
"All better?" he asked.
"All better," I confirmed, slipping my hand into his much larger one without thinking.
Daddy led me to the kitchen, where he lifted me onto one of the counter stools. "How about some breakfast? Pancakes sound good?"
My eyes widened with delight. "With blueberries?"
"If that's what you want," he said with a gentle smile, already pulling ingredients from the cupboards.
I watched in fascination as he mixed the batter, his large hands somehow delicate as they worked. Patches sat beside me on the counter, and I made sure he could see everything, too.
"Patches wants chocolate chips in his," I informed Daddy seriously.
Daddy's lips twitched. "Does he now? Well, we can't disappoint Patches."
As he cooked, I swung my legs back and forth, humming softly. The scary things from yesterday felt far away, like they'd happened to someone else. Here in Daddy's kitchen with pancakes cooking, nothing bad could touch me.
A knock at the door made me freeze, my humming cutting off abruptly. Daddy tensed too, his hand automatically reaching for something at his waist before he caught himself.
"It's okay," he said, his voice deliberately calm. "Stay right here while I check who it is."
I nodded, clutching Patches tighter as Daddy went to peer through the peephole. His shoulders relaxed immediately.