Page 10 of A Little’s Campervan (Pride Camp 2025 #3)

Wren

T he walk back to the campsite seemed to take forever.

It shouldn’t have done—they had less things to carry, and they knew exactly where they were going—but there had been a kiss on the picnic blanket that had necessitate a short breather whilst the two of them decided that returning to the campsite and the relative privacy of Luna would be for the best.

Emmie was essentially bouncing along, stopping every now and then to say hello to some insect friend, or to coo over a particularly pretty plant. She seemed to have loss her nervousness in nature, and Wren thought that she’d done a very good job with their first date.

First date, because Wren had every intention of asking Emmie to be her Little beyond the campout. They had a connection that neither of them could really deny, and it was bringing her more joy than she could have imagined.

Finding a woman to fall in love with, and one with an adorable Little side, was the last thing she’d expected of the weekend, and yet here they were.

Emmie wasn’t what she’d have expected from a Little; she had moments in Littlespace, especially when she was overwhelmed, but she moved fluidly between that headspace and a Big headspace.

Little Emmie would kiss Wren on the cheek and giggle.

Big Emmie kissed her on the lips and had as much a hard time holding back as Wren did.

“Hold my hand, Daddy?” she asked, as they neared the campsite. They were about twenty minutes out, and she almost walked along, chattering away, and pointing out all the exciting things that took her notice.

Wren shared snippets of information about the animals they saw, and each one resulted in a wide-eyed “Wow!” from a Little Emmie.

But as they approached the camp itself, something in her demeanour shifted, and she smiled apologetically at Wren. “I really love being Little with you—if that’s what that is—but I’m not sure that I’m ready to be like that in front of other people, Daddy.”

Wren squeezed her hand. “That’s totally okay, petal. You have to feel comfortable, and if you’re most comfortable being Big around other people, it won’t stop me from being your Daddy.”

“No?”

“Of course not! There’s nothing that could stop me being your Daddy.” Wren’s words hung between them, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be able to recall them. Emmie was looking thoughtful though.

“What does that mean? I thought this was just for this weekend.”

There was a hole in the pit of Wren’s stomach as Emmie’s words sunk in. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed…”

Emmie stopped and smiled at her gently. “You forget, Wren, I’m autistic. I’m literally asking you what that means.”

Wren took a shaky breath. “I guess it means that I like being your Daddy. I really like being your Daddy, and if you’d like to me to keep being your Daddy after this weekend ends, then I would definitely be up for that.”

“What would being my Daddy entail? Just Little-Daddy time? Or… more…?” Emmie sounded cautiously optimistic, and Wren couldn’t help but feel her own spirits rise in accordance.

“I’d like more. I’d like to date you, be your girlfriend and your Daddy and your lover.”

Emmie adjusted the brim of that ridiculously floppy hat, and Wren let her gaze drift over her. She was so perfectly put together; filling out her cute little shorts and floaty blouse in a manner that Wren longed to explore.

“Well that all sounds very amenable. Yes please,” said Emmie, as if they were discussing a business transaction.

“You… you want to be my girlfriend.”

“Absolutely. The date was a great success. Now,” said Emmie, looking a little fidgety, “didn’t you say something about showing me how good Daddy can make me feel…?”