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Her gait slowed down until she was carefully taking each step. I loved that she was so silly.

Chapter 10: Jenna

The day we attended the event at the club, I told Daddy how much I loved the story Nick had read to us. Just as I'd hoped, he bought me all twenty books in the series after our membership interview with Nick. He had to stand in a long line while aunt Martha sold them, but such was Daddy’s love for me. He'd do anything for my happiness, even if it meant my happiness lied with having a second Daddy.

I had my stuffie, Doggo in a hand and I sucked on my binky as Daddy read me the journey of the puppy wanting to be loved. I was lost in the story I had lost track of time.

When the doorbell rang, suddenly I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I threw Doggo on my highchair in the distance and popped the binky out of my mouth. Adjusting my hair, I smiled at Daddy.

"My brave girl." He kissed me softly on the lips. "I'm proud of how far you've come. I don't want you to be heartbroken if things don't work out. You can't force these things. Just know that at the end of the day, no matter what happens, you'll always have me."

"Now and forever, until the end of time," I said. It had become our phrase to let each other know that we would always be there for each other, no matter what.

With a hand on my back, he led me to the front door and opened it. Nick shifted his gaze between us and then his face suddenly lit up as he realized Daddy wasn't joining us.

"You look gorgeous, Jenna," Nick said.

He was wearing a black jacket over a gray t-shirt. Some of his red hair was up in adorable little spikes.

"And you look handsome," I managed to say as my heart refused to slow down.

Nick handed me a bouquet which I proceeded to smell. "These are for the both of you."

"Yeah, right." Daddy chuckled and then his expressions turned stern. "I won't be able to join you guys, but I expect you to treat my girl with respect, Nick. And I want her home by midnight. Also, keep your hands to your sides at all times and away from my girl."

"Yes, sir," Nick said frantically. "You can count on me."

"Daddy, you're embarrassing me!" I buried my face in his chest.

Daddy burst into laughter. "I was kidding, of course. "

When Nick chuckled nervously, Daddy's expressions turned stern again as he looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Or was I?" Daddy said before turning to me. "Listen, sweetheart. I'd like a word with you before you leave."

I was so embarrassed, I was glad to be led back inside to the comfort of the living room.

Fetching Doggo from the highchair, Daddy handed it to me. "If you're being Big because you think he'd prefer you that way, you're wrong. I know how much you love being a Little. I want you to be yourself, even if it means letting out your Little side. I know you get nervous when I'm not with you. Take Doggo with you. I gifted it to you and it'll be like I'm with you even when I'm not."

I accepted Doggo with a smile and clutched the stuffie to my chest. I took him around with me everywhere and now I knew why. It was a reminder of Daddy's love for me.

When I was by Nick's side waving at Daddy, I was saddened by how it was the first time in weeks we'd be apart. Ever since Otis' attempt at kidnapping me, he'd constantly been by my side, ignoring work responsibilities and everything else. I was glad that would slowly change. I didn't want to be the reason for Daddy's constant worrying.

Nick must've realized something was up as he started the car, for he looked at me with concern. "Aw, you miss your Daddy already, don't you? At the end of the day, you'll always return to him. And if you're worried I might kidnap you, don't. Your Daddy knows where I work. He'll beat me to a pulp if something happens to you."

I giggled. "He acts tough but he's sweet. You'll see, once you get to know him. He cares about me a lot."

"Yeah, I can tell." He smiled at me. "I can also tell that you love each other very much. You look at each other the same way John and Michael look at each other. It's with unconditional love."

When he turned the music on, I squealed. It was the same lullaby he sang to me back at the club.

"You're a singer!"

He waved a hand in the air nonchalantly. "A couple of Littles at the club convinced me to put some of my lullabies up on Spotify. One of their Daddies owned a recording studio and he was kind enough to let me record them. Never doing it again, though. I sound like a braying donkey."

"You do not!" I turned the volume up and jammed to the jingle. "Your voice is amazing. The music, not so much."

"Yeah, your uncle John wanted to try his hand at music. Michael wanted to help too, but he was too naughty in the studio, pressing all the buttons and whatnot. His Daddy had to put him in timeout. He was so mad his music career came to an end even before it started. They still argue about it to this day."