Page 11 of Princess Josie (Littleworld)

Chapter Nine

Josie

I’m pacing my small apartment Friday night, waiting for Daddy to arrive.

He’s been here every night since last Friday.

That makes tonight our eighth date if I count the night of the party at the Dungeon.

And since he did bring me home, see me naked, and tuck me into bed, I count that night. Daddy does too.

Normally on Friday nights we go to the Dungeon, but tonight we’re going to Daddy’s house instead. I’m going to stay over. For the entire weekend. I’m so nervous but also excited. I know he has made some changes because he’s told me about them throughout the week.

He has a nursery for me. At first that caused me to panic, but he says lots of Littles have nurseries.

It’s more of a playroom where I can keep all my toys and take naps.

He says when we start sleeping together, I will sleep in his bed at night, but Little girls still need a special room to take naps in.

We’re going to my parents’ house for dinner on Sunday night, but I’m trying not to think about that. I know it will be fine. It’s not like my parents don’t know I’m Little. And they know about Chase. I think they will love him when they get to know him.

I already love him. But I haven’t told him that, and I haven’t told my mom when she calls. I don’t want her to think I’m rushing into this. I know she already thinks things are moving fast between us since he comes over every night.

A knock at the door makes me jump and spin around. He’s here. I rush over, peek out the peephole, and then open the door.

Chase says nothing as he steps inside, shuts the door, and pulls me into his arms to kiss me. This is our routine now. He never speaks first. He kisses me before he says anything. I love it.

When he’s done, I’m panting, as usual, and he finally sets his forehead against mine to say, “I missed you today.” He says that every day too.

“I missed you too, Daddy.”

“Did you pack your things?”

“Yep.” I haven’t spent the night away from my apartment since I moved into it a year ago. I don’t even stay at my parents’ house. I like my things and my routine. “Do you want to see what I packed?” I ask him.

“Nope.”

“Because you trust me?” I feel kind of proud but also shocked. He’s such a dominant, overbearing Daddy, I thought he might come in and pack my stuff himself.

“Because it doesn’t matter, princess. Everything you’ll need is already at my house. All you really need is Emma.”

I turn around and look at my small suitcase. I didn’t go overboard, but I did pack several outfits, my toothbrush, and Emma.

Daddy pats my bottom. “Get your coat, princess. It’s chilly out.”

I already have it tossed over the back of my armchair. When I pick it up, Daddy takes it from me and helps me into it.

“This is the perfect coat, princess. No buttons, no zippers, no Velcro.” He comes to my front and ties the thick belt around my waist that holds my coat together without irritating me. “It’s even pink.”

When he’s done, I pick up my purse and hold on to it while he grabs my suitcase. “Ready?”

I nod, glancing around. This is so strange.

He tips my chin back. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? If you’re not ready, we can stay here.”

I shake my head. My pigtails fly. “I’m ready.”

“It’s okay to be nervous, Baby girl. Everyone is nervous when they first visit their boyfriend’s house. It’s daunting.”

“Okay.”

Five minutes later, Daddy has me buckled into the front seat of his truck and we’re pulling away from my apartment.

He picks up my hand and brings it to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

In no time at all, we’re pulling up to Daddy’s house. I fall in love with the outside as soon as he enters the driveway. It’s a white brick home surrounded by older trees. The front is perfectly landscaped. It’s pristine. Except for two spots flanking the front porch.

“Did some of your bushes die, Daddy?”

“Nope. I had them removed this week. The gardener will replace them with new ones in a few days.”

“Why?”

He pulls into the garage and shuts off the engine. “Because I knew you would hate them.”

I gasp as he rounds to my side of the truck and opens my door. “Why would I hate your plants, Daddy?”

“They were red roses.”

My eyes go wide and my mouth falls open. “You pulled out your rose bushes because of me?”

“Yep. Next week they will be pink. Don’t worry, they weren’t harmed. They got replanted at my sister’s house. She doesn’t mind red.”

I’m still in shock as he removes my seatbelt and lifts me out of the cab. “Come on, princess. Let’s go inside.”

Reeling from the thought of him removing rose bushes for me, I follow him into his kitchen. I love it. It’s bright and cheery. The house is older, but the inside is modern. The kitchen is all white and gray and stainless steel.

Daddy points out things to me, giving me a tour. The living room has a huge black leather sectional, a giant flatscreen television, and gray and white throw pillows. He likes gray. I see a theme.

It’s a ranch-style house with four bedrooms, including the master. He stops at the first, telling me it’s a guest room. Across from it is the guest bath.

The next door he opens on the hallway is clearly an office. I step inside. “Why do you have two desks, Daddy?”

He points to the one under the window. “That one is new. It’s for you.”

I jerk my attention to him, my mouth falling open. He warned me about having a nursery. He didn’t mention a desk. That somehow feels even more permanent. I wander toward it and run my fingers along the white surface. “You put a desk in here for me?”

“Yep. I’m hoping you’ll start staying here part time. I know it will be a transition, but I want you to feel at home here, and I want you to be able to work from here without needing to go home. I even have a second laptop you can use.”

Tears come to my eyes, and I swallow hard, trying not to let them fall, but they do anyway.

“Hey, Baby girl,” he soothes as he sets my suitcase down in the hallway and comes to me. He takes me in his arms and holds me close. “Are these tears over a desk? You’re going to start bawling when you see the nursery,” he teases.

“It’s just a lot.” I sniffle. “I can’t believe you mean it. Every day I think you’ll change your mind, and every day you show up.”

He unties my coat and pulls it off before draping it over the back of the desk chair. “I won’t change my mind, princess. I’m wrapped so tightly around your little pinky I can’t ever extricate myself.”

I wrap my arms around him and hug him so tight. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, princess. How about we go see the nursery, yeah?”

I nod against him and let him guide me out of the office and into the next room. And then all the breath leaves my lungs. My knees go weak as I stand two steps into the room, letting my eyes scan the entire area.

The furniture is all white. All the accessories are a pastel pink.

And there is a lot of it. Dresser, bookshelf, toy box, small table with two chairs, rocking chair, crib, and changing table.

I stare at those last two items for a while before tipping my head back to look at Daddy. “I love it so much, Daddy.”

He wraps his arms around me from behind and sets his chin on my shoulder. “I’m so glad, Baby girl.”

“It’s set up for a very young Little,” I whisper.

“I’m guessing in the long run you’re going to enjoy spending some of your time at a younger age. We’ll ease into it and see what works for you.”

I turn my attention back to the crib. It’s so pretty. One side is down so a Little girl could easily get into it, but my heart races just thinking about how cozy I would feel sleeping in the enclosure.

Daddy releases me. “Go look closer. Explore. Touch everything. Whatever you don’t like, we’ll return.”

I head directly toward the crib and set my hand on the fitted sheet. It’s soft pink and made out of the same material as my sheets in my apartment. “How did you know?” I whisper.

“Daddy pays attention to everything, princess. I got the same sheets for my big bed too.”

I gasp as I turn my head to look at him. “You did?”

“Yep. When you’re ready to sleep in Daddy’s bed, you will not have to worry about the sheets irritating your skin. They are baby soft. I wish I’d known about them years ago. I’ve never felt anything so soft in my life.”

I’m so emotional and overwhelmed but in a good way.

I swipe at the tears that trickle down my cheeks.

I turn my attention back to the room and wander toward the bookshelf, taking in all the books, coloring books, games and puzzles.

The toy box is filled with stuffies and dolls.

The rocking chair is big enough for Daddy to sit in it with me in his lap easily.

I stop at the changing table and finger the pile of soft folded items on the shelf. “What are these, Daddy?”

“Diapers, Baby girl. Special ones for Little girls who have sensitivities. I got a few different brands we can try out. They don’t crinkle and they’re supposed to be gentler around your legs than normal elastic.”

I flatten my palm on the pile and take deep breaths. Is it weird that I want to try them? I’ve never considered wearing a diaper. The idea should be foreign to me. But I’m curious, and the thought of lying in that crib wearing one makes my heart race.

Daddy is behind me again, his hands on my shoulders. “There’s no rush, Baby girl. We’ll try new things over time.”

I turn around to face him. “I think I want to try them. I think I want to try everything.”

He smiles. “Okay, princess. We’ll explore whatever you want over the weekend then.”

I throw myself into his arms and hug him. “You are the bestest Daddy in the world.”

He bends his knees a bit so he can lift me off the floor.

I wrap my arms and legs around him as he carries me out of the room and across the hall to the last room. The master bedroom.

“Your bed is huge, Daddy.” I giggle.

“I’m a big guy, Little one. Do you think you’ll get lost in there?”

I shake my head, my pigtails swatting him in the cheeks. I know he doesn’t mind when I do that. “You won’t let me get lost. I know you won’t. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

He hesitates. “We’ll see, Baby girl.”

I stick out my bottom lip and pout. He has been vague about our sleeping arrangements every time we’ve talked about me staying over for the weekend. I want to be in his bed. I want him to have sex with me.

He sits me on one side of the bed and tips my head back, holding my gaze. “I need to show you a few things.”

“Okay.”

He points to the side of the bed near the headboard. There is a strange box attached to the bedframe. It has a keypad on top.

“What is it, Daddy?”

“It’s a gun safe.”

I shudder. “Oh.”

“Daddy is a detective, Baby girl. Remember?”

“Yes. Of course.” But I didn’t think about him having guns. Of course he has guns. Duh.

“I keep a weapon in here all the time. It can only be opened by either my thumbprint or my code. You can’t open it, Josie.”

I nod slowly, soaking in what he’s telling me.

“It’s for safety. I never intend to have to open that safe and grab that gun in the night, but it’s there just in case.”

“Okay,” I murmur.

“There are other gun safes in this house. I keep my official weapon that I carry when I work in a safe in my closet. There’s another safe in my office attached to my desk and one in the console of my truck. You can’t open any of them.”

That’s at least four guns.

“I don’t ever want you to touch the safes, understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I shudder. I don’t ever want to touch them.

“If for any reason you see a gun in the house when Daddy gets home from work before I put it away, you do not touch it. Don’t go near it.”

“Okay, Daddy. I won’t. I don’t like guns.”

“I didn’t think so. Down the road, if you ever want Daddy to teach you how to shoot and about gun safety, we can do that, but for now, you need to stay clear of all weapons.”

I give him a definitive nod. There is no fear of me touching a gun.

“Good girl. Shall we go to the kitchen and eat dinner?”