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Annabel suddenly yawned, which set me off, and we both giggled, especially when two Daddies swooped down and lifted us both up. “Ready for home, little one?”

I nodded and realized I had questions, now that I felt safe to ask them. I wanted to know about my godfather, the money, and what Daddy thought I should do with it. I didn’t really want anything to do with it, but it wouldn't just go away on its own.

As Daddy carried me back toward our cabin, I rested my head against his shoulder, surprisingly tired after the party. The dinosaur from my cupcake was clutched in one hand, Patches in the other.

"You did so well today," Daddy murmured, his voice rumbling pleasantly against my ear. "I'm so proud of you."

"Everyone was nice," I said softly. "And the shirts... I can't believe they all wore dinosaur shirts."

Daddy chuckled. "Jono said some of the older brothers grumbled, but not one of them refused once they understood why."

We reached the cabin, and Daddy set me down gently on the porch while he unlocked the door. Inside, the familiar comfort of our space welcomed me, but it no longer felt like a hiding place. Just home.

"Bath before bed?" Daddy asked, already moving toward the bathroom.

I nodded, but hesitated. There were questions swirling in my mind, things I needed to know now that I felt safe enough to ask.

"Daddy?" I called, making him turn. "Can we talk first? About...everything?"

Something in my tone must have signaled I wasn't asking from my Little headspace. Daddy studied me for a moment, then nodded.

"Of course. Let me make us some tea."

I settled on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me as Daddy busied himself in the kitchen. When he returned with two steaming mugs, he sat beside me, leaving a respectful distance that I quickly closed by scooting next to him.

"What's on your mind?" he asked gently.

I took a deep breath. "Harold. What exactly happened?"

Daddy's expression turned serious. "Are you sure you want to know all of it right now?"

"I need to," I insisted. "I can't move forward if I'm always looking over my shoulder, wondering."

He nodded, understanding. "Degrassi was smarter than we gave him credit for. Apparently, he'd been keeping detailed records of all Coombes's activities he knew about—insurance, he called it. When he died, his lawyer automatically released everything to the authorities."

"So, Harold really is going to prison? For good?"

"Yes," Daddy confirmed. "The evidence is overwhelming. Embezzlement, fraud, conspiracy to commit kidnapping, attempted murder... The DA says he's looking at twenty-five to thirty years, minimum. If he gets out, he’ll be a very poor old man."

Relief washed through me, so intense it made me dizzy. "He can't hurt us anymore."

"No, he can't," Daddy agreed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "You're safe now, Matty. We both are."

I leaned into his warmth, processing this information. "What about...the money? My trust fund?"

"That's still being sorted out," Daddy said carefully. "The forensic accountants are tracking what Harold stole, but it's going to take time. The good news is that at least half of your inheritance is still intact."

I nodded slowly, turning my mug in my hands. "I don't want it," I said quietly. "Any of it."

Daddy's arm tightened around me. "That's a big decision, little one. One you don't have to make right now."

"It's never brought me anything but pain," I insisted. "People either want to use me for it or resent me because of it."

"Not everyone," Daddy reminded me gently. "And that money could do a lot of good if you wanted it to."

I looked up at him, struck by the thought. "Like what?"

"Whatever you want," he said simply. "Charities, foundations, scholarships. You could help people who need it."

The idea settled in my mind, taking root. I hadn't considered that possibility—that the money that had been such a burden could become something positive.

"I could help other Littles," I said slowly. "People who don't have safe spaces or support systems."

Daddy smiled, pride evident in his expression. "You could. That's a beautiful idea."

"Will you help me?" I asked, suddenly uncertain about the logistics of such an undertaking.

"Every step of the way," he promised. "But not tonight. Tonight, you've already done enough brave things for one day."

I nodded. "Bath now?"

"Bath now," Daddy agreed, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I lifted my chin, asking for another kiss. This one wasn’t just a peck. “Annabel says some Daddies like to give their Littles special touches in the bath.” Daddy hummed as if he liked that idea.

“Let’s get in the bath and see what I can do." He pulled me closer. "Arms up," he instructed softly, and I obeyed, letting him pull the dinosaur shirt over my head. His fingers skimmed lightly over the healing welts on my back, his touch feather-light.

"They're looking better," he murmured, pressing the gentlest kiss between my shoulder blades and I shivered, my cock hardening.

"They don't hurt much anymore," I said, leaning back into his touch. "Not when you're the one touching me."

Daddy's hands moved to the waistband of my shorts, easing them down along with my underwear. His touch made me groan.

"Into the tub, little one," he said, helping me stand.

I stepped into the warm water, sighing as it enveloped me.

Daddy hadn't added bubbles this time, leaving the water clear.

I watched as he stripped off his own clothes, the powerful lines of his body making my breath catch.

The dinosaur shirt joined mine on the floor, and then he was stepping into the tub behind me, his strong thighs bracketing mine as I settled back against his chest.

Daddy washed me slowly, teasingly, until I was gasping and aching for more.

His hands slid lower, one gripping my inner thigh possessively while the other traced searing patterns on my stomach. "Tell me what you want, Matty," he demanded against my ear, his voice a low rumble. "What do you need from me tonight?"

"Touch me," I rasped, arching sharply into his hands. "Remind me who I belong to."

"You're mine," he growled, his hand finally clutching my cock. "Never forget that."

I gasped at the contact, my body jolting with instant need. I could feel his own hardening length, insistent and demanding, pressing into my back.

I turned my head, hungry for his mouth. The kiss was deep and consuming, his tongue claiming mine as his hand stroked my cock relentlessly. When we broke apart, both panting heavily, I knew exactly what I needed.

"Want you inside me," I pleaded. "Want to feel you take me."

Daddy groaned, his hips grinding involuntarily against my back. "The bed. Now."

He helped me stand, water sluicing down our bodies as we stepped out of the tub.

Daddy dried me with fierce concentration, his touch lingering on each part of my body as if staking his claim.

I did the same for him, marveling at the hard muscles of his chest, the powerful thighs, the impressive length of his cock I couldn’t wait to feel.

When we were both dry, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to our bedroom and laying me roughly on the sheets.

He retrieved lube from the nightstand drawer, then settled between my spread thighs.

“You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to press a fierce kiss to my inner thigh. "So perfect for me."

I reached for him, craving his weight, his heat. "Daddy, please."

He slicked his fingers, warming the lube before circling my entrance with insistent pressure. The first finger slid in, his eyes watching my face for any sign of discomfort. "More," I demanded, pressing down against his hand.

He added a second finger, stretching me with urgent need, finding that spot inside that made me cry out and arch off the bed.

"So responsive," Daddy praised, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through me. "Such a good boy for me."

I writhed beneath his touch as he worked a third finger inside, the stretch intense and perfect. My hands fisted in the sheets, desperate for more.

"Now, Daddy," I pleaded. "Need you now."

He withdrew his fingers slowly, then positioned himself between my thighs. "We're both gonna get tested," Daddy decreed. I watched, breath caught in my throat, as he pulled out a condom and slicked his impressive length with lube. The sight of him—powerful, beautiful, and mine—

"Eyes on me, little one," he commanded softly as he lined himself up. "Stay with me."

I nodded, locking my gaze with his as he pressed forward and sank deeper, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine.

"That's it," he murmured. "Taking me so well."

When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, giving me time to adjust. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Move," I whispered. "Please."

Daddy began to rock his hips in a relentless rhythm, each thrust perfectly angled to brush against that spot inside me. I moaned, my hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, needing an anchor in the sea of sensation washing over me.

"Mine," he growled, increasing his pace. "My beautiful boy."

"Yours," I agreed breathlessly. "Only yours, Daddy."

He leaned down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as his thrusts grew more urgent.

One large hand slid between our bodies to wrap around my neglected cock, stroking in time with his movements.

I broke the kiss on a gasp, my back arching as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

"That's it," Daddy encouraged, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "Let go for me, baby boy. I've got you."

His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry of his name, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Daddy followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he groaned and spilled inside me.

He carefully lowered himself to rest on his forearms, keeping most of his weight off me while we both caught our breath. His forehead pressed against mine, our panting breaths mingling in the small space between us.

"I love you," I whispered, the words coming easily now, as natural as breathing.

"I love you too, little one," he replied, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. "More than I ever thought possible."

Later, clean and warm in my dinosaur pajamas, I curled against Daddy's side in our bed. Patches was tucked securely under my arm. "Daddy?" I murmured, already half drifting.

"Yes, little one?"

"Thank you for finding me. For not giving up."

His arms tightened around me, his voice thick with emotion. "I would never."

"I know," I whispered, and realized I truly did. Whatever came next—the legal stuff, decisions about the money, building a life together—I wasn't facing it alone anymore.

I was safe. I was loved. And for the first time in my life, I was exactly where I belonged.