Page 9 of Amelia's Daddy
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who said they loved waitressing so much they hoped they could do it forever,” I joke. In a sing-songy voice I add, “Oh, I just love sore feet and swollen ankles. And the pay is to die for. And all the customers are so kind and friendly.”
He laughs so hard his body shakes. “Good point.” He eats another gigantic bite of his burger before pointing at the nugget in my hand. “How many bites does it take to eat a chicken nugget?” he teases.
I meet his gaze as I take another teeny tiny bite out of it.
He laughs. “Sassy girl.”
I giggle. “You asked. I think I can make it like ten bites.”
“For one nugget?” His brows rise as he continues chuckling.
I shrug.
“No wonder you’re so skinny. I assumed it was because you work your booty off delivering drinks, but if you eat like a little elf, too, that explains things better.”
My cheeks heat, and I look away.
Noah reaches over and sets a hand on my free one. “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by that.”
“I know I’m kind of skinny,” I murmur. “Like I said, I’m a picky eater.”
“Have you tried any protein drinks?”
I nod. “They’re yucky.”
“Mmm. I bet you’d like the formula Little girls drink on the island. I’ve never met a single Little who didn’t like it.”
“Formula?” The word has implications. “Do Littles drink it from a bottle?” I know Regression Island is exactly as the name implies—a place where Littles live more regressed, but do they use bottles?
“Yep. Always.”
“You mean they only take bottles? They don’t eat any foods?”
“Not at first. The formula helps Littles acclimate to their lifestyle. No matter how much time Littles spend in their Little space on the mainland, they can’t fully be prepared for that level of deep immersion. Even Littles who spend most of their time regressed here are in for big changes on the Island.”
“Do they wear diapers all the time?”
He nods. “Always. Littles don’t even have access to bathrooms on the island.”
I gasp, my eyes widening. I also squirm on my seat. I’ve read books with Littles who play that young. I’ve thought about it sometimes, and heck, I’ve always known the island was reserved for deep regression. But I didn’t know the specifics. I squeeze my thighs together because the thought of having a Daddy take care of me so deeply makes my panties damp.
Noah gives me a slow grin. “You like the idea.”
My cheeks heat further. Why should I be embarrassed? “Yes.”
“Do you spend any time in a younger headspace like that, Little one?”
I shake my head. “No. I mean I guess I do in my mind but not outwardly.”
My hand trembles as I take another bite of my nugget. I’m still working on the second nugget.
Chapter Four
When we finish eating, Noah cleans up our mess. I offer to help, but he turns me down. It only takes a few seconds to stuff everything in the to-go bag and put it in the trash.
“Will you invite me to your party now?” he asks.
I push my chair back and accept his outstretched hand as he helps me down from the seat. It’s not as though I actually need help, but it feels good to pretend I’m not quite capable of getting off the chair on my own.