Page 27 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

When she replied, she talked so quietly I could barely hear her.

"Yes, but I'm fine now. Daddy's love is healing me. I thought I was better now, but sometimes the wound gets reopened when I least expect it and I don't know why."

Suddenly she burst into tears and I began wiping them away.

"Sorry, I don't know why I'm crying."

"Hush now, darling. You don't have to apologize for expressing your feelings. You're allowed to feel how you feel."

"I shouldn't be crying. It feels like it was ages ago, but it wasn't. Daddy has been so nice to me, but a Daddy can only put up with so much. No wonder he's so eager for me to have another Daddy. Look at me. I'm a mess! He says two Daddies would mean twice the love and my wounds would heal twice as faster. But I wouldn't be surprised if he's just tired of dealing with all my worries. Maybe he feels like he's done his time having to deal with my issues. Maybe he just wants to share the burden with another Daddy but he's too nice to say it. That's what I am to everyone around me. A mess and a burden. I'm sorry I'm not the girl you thought I was. I feel like I've tricked you into liking me by hiding my issues."

"How dare you say that about my sweet girl? You're nothing but a bundle of joy. I've seen the way your Daddy looks at you. It's with unconditional love, honey. You've brought joy into his life just by being yourself. And the way he kissed you goodbye? It was clear he was going to miss you dearly."

"You think so?" She said slowly.

I nodded. "I know so. And don't you worry about me. You didn't trick me into anything. You can't choose to like a part of someone. I like you as you are. Some wounds are just too big to heal on their own. Sometimes you need help, for they only get bigger with time. I would know since I have a big one consuming me with each passing day. It's a miracle I'm so functional. I'll tell you all about it one day. Meanwhile, do you want to talk about yours?"

She shook her head adorably as I pulled her in closer and continued rocking her side to side. "It's too painful to go down that memory lane. I'll only end up getting another panic attack. Besides, I don't want to scare you away."

I gave herthe look, the universal one that Daddies give their Littles when they're being silly.

"Do you want to watch some cartoons before you go to bed?" I wiped at her eyes and her face instantly lit up. "I'll take that as a yes."

We resumed watching the animated sitcom from before while she snuggled up with me. The warmth of my embrace must've been very comfortable. Within minutes she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. She kept fighting it until she finally rested her head on my shoulder and gave in.

I looked down at her and she looked so peaceful. I wished she could be this content all the time. At least her demons couldn't haunt her in sleep. I couldn't defeat my demons, but I was determined to take care of hers. It didn't matter how long it took.

Careful not to wake her up, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the nursery. Putting her on the bed, I willed myself to move, but she looked too darned cute. When she began sucking on the non-existent binky, I soon returned with the pink binky from her backpack and her stuffies.

With a frown, she patted her chest and then the area next to her. I rubbed the binky against her lips and she instantly began sucking on it. Then I handed her the stuffies, which she clutched to her chest. Covering her up with a blanket, I turned to leave.

"Thanks, Daddy Nick," she said quietly around the pacifier. "Give me a goodnight kiss."

I leaned over and lay a gentle kiss on the forehead. I could've cried from the joy of hearing her call me Daddy. No one had called me that in years. It made me realize how stupid I was for trying to find love out of the lifestyle. Things were never going to work with my ex because I was built differently.

Jenna was half asleep and she probably wouldn't remember calling me Daddy when she woke up. I could wait forever if that's what it took for her to mean it.

Chapter 16: Jenna

I was at the club and a group of ninjas was slicing everyone's heads off. I was running for my life when I came across Nick and Clark. I was calling them Daddies and I begged them to save me. They asked me to get behind them and I did. Before I knew it, the ninjas were running towards them with their sharp swords. No, I couldn't just watch my Daddies die. I had to do something.

"They're after me," I said pleadingly. "I'll gladly sacrifice myself to save your lives. I love you both so much."

I ran towards the ninjas as my Daddies tried to stop me. Before I knew it, I jolted up in my bed and realized I'd been dreaming. Well, no more animated horror shows for me.

I was covered in sweat and for a moment I panicked looking at my surroundings. I slowly realized I was at Nick's place for a sleepover and it was still the middle of the night. I vaguely recalled calling Nick Daddy, but I wasn't sure if it was part of the dream.

I was sure I'd just wake up again if I went back to sleep. What I needed was a strong Daddy next to me. Climbing out of the nursery bed, I got down on all fours. Clutching the stuffies in one hand and sucking on my binky, I crawled out of the nursery and into Nick's bedroom. I found him fast asleep on one side of the bed.

God, how handsome he looked. His hair didn't look as bright in the pale moonlight and the hint of freckles were all but gone. I stared at his big biceps and realized I hadn't seen him shirtless before.

I shook my head to snap out of my dirty thoughts. This was no time to turn wet. It was bedtime. Clark was strict about it and I was sure all Daddies were.

Crawling over to the empty side of the bed, I climbed in and scooted my ass until it was comfortably against Nick’s back. It just felt so right to have him next to me.

When Nick instinctively turned around, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me in closer, I knew I was going to have a very sound sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I found Nick staring at me with the biggest smile.