Page 6 of Amelia's Daddy
Chapter Three
I have some trepidation when I answer the door. It feels like I’m mixing my worlds. I’m only Little in front of people when I’m at the Dungeon. This is my apartment.
Noah holds up a brown paper bag. “Chicken nuggets, as requested.” He grins.
I step back and let him in, but I’m biting my lip, unable to speak. How will I eat? I’m so nervous that my stomach is flipping around.
Noah shuts the door at his back and reaches out to lift my chin. “You look so very pretty, Amelia.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I murmur. I do not know who this shy Amelia is. I’ve never met her. I wonder if she’s just nervous, and she will loosen up in a few minutes.
“Are you hungry, Little one? Would you like to eat first?” He nods toward my kitchen area on the other side of the open space.
I clasp my hands behind my back and rock on my feet. “I don’t know.”
He tickles my neck. “How about if I set the bag on the table, and you can show me around your apartment first?”
“Okay.” I follow him to the kitchen area. Why the heck am I so nervous? I know Noah. I’m totally out of my element. Freaking out a bit.
“You don’t usually have Daddies come to your place, do you, Amelia?”
I shake my head, sending my pigtails flying. “Never.” I glance toward the hallway where my bedroom and my special room are located. He’s going to see my Little space. I can do this. I’m already doing it. He’s here.
He glances around. “There’s nothing in your living room or kitchen that would indicate to anyone that you have a Little side, so I assume you have a special room?”
He’s perceptive. “Yes, Sir.”
“Will you show me, Little one?”
I nod and reach out impulsively to take his hand so I can guide him to my sanctuary. I hold my breath as we enter. I’m squeezing his fingers.
Noah looks around. “This is amazing, Amelia. I love it. I feel like I know who Little Amelia is much better already.”
“She’s not bratty or naughty,” I tell him.
“Mmm. Are you sure? She’s kind of messy.”
I giggle, surprising myself. He’s making this easier than I expected. “Well, except for that.”
“Does Little Amelia pretend to have a Daddy?”
“Sometimes,” I murmur.
“Does he make her put her toys away?”
I shake my head. I’ve never really thought about that. I wonder why not. “No, silly. He can’t make her do anything because he’s never here to punish her.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” Noah wanders in deeper, keeping my hand in his so I’m forced to stay next to him. “Did you paint this rainbow on the wall, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Wow. It looks professional.” He steps closer.
“I’m a muralist.”
He shifts his gaze to mine. “A muralist?”
I nod. “I paint things on people’s walls. Almost anything they want.”