Page 28 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"How long have you been staring at me like that?"

"Not long enough."

"You look so happy."

"How can I not? Do you remember what you called me half asleep?"

I shook my head and his smile faded. I didn't want my first time calling him Daddy to be when I wasn't even aware of it.

"Oh. Well, I haven't woken up to someone in ages. I'm just glad you're here. I'll make us some breakfast and wait for you in the kitchen."

He got out of bed and the sight before me had my mouth watering. He was in tiny briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His body was thick with muscle, even more so than I'd anticipated. His broad shoulders were in such contrast with his relatively narrow waist. His butt was so round and taut, I wanted to touch it. He didn't seem to skip leg day, which was a plus.

I wasn't prepared to be so aroused this early, but the moment Nick got dressed and left the room, I scurried into the bathroom. Imagining Nick's strong naked body having its way with my privates got me going. Halfway through I began telling myself Nick wasn't my Daddy, Clark was. It was so hard to stop, especially now that I was recollecting how hard he was when we'd been watching TV. Add that to vividly picturing them taking turns with my body and I was a goner. Guilt washed over me the moment I orgasmed. The only way out of this guilt was to make Nick my Daddy.

I hurried into the kitchen so Nick wouldn't get ideas of what I was doing in the bathroom for so long.

"I thought you'd like to color while you wait." He pointed at the crayons and a superhero-themed coloring book.

I sat on the floor and chose the Lego set next to them instead. The last thing I needed right now was coloring a bunch of scantily clad superheroes. I didn't want to end up imagining Nick and Clark in such superhero costumes and end up having to use the bathroom again.

I tried building a club out of Lego. It had no roof and no people in it. In fact, there was no one in it other than me, Clark, and Nick. That's how they made me feel sometimes, that I was the only girl left in the world. How else could I explain such hunks pining after silly little me?

The possibility of having two Daddies didn't seem like a far stretch anymore. I wondered if it would be rude to flaunt them at the club when there were single Littles out there struggling to bag one. Was it rude to flaunt surplus when the world starved to have just one?

"You're so easy to read, you know," Nick said as he walked up and towered over me. "You're lost in your thoughts a lot more than you think. But it's so easy to tell if you're lost in negative thoughts or positive ones. You were thinking something good, weren't you? It's because you were smiling to yourself."

I nodded.

"I hope I'll be the reason for it one of these days."

Little did he know that he already was. Nick and Daddy were the only people who could bring me such immense joy.

He soon returned with a baby blue highchair and pointed at it. "This one is reserved for the best-behaved Littles, and now it's yours. When it's time to send a Little off back to their Daddy, I choose a chair based on how well-behaved they were."

It wasn't intentional, but it turned out to be a brutal reminder that at the end of the day, I'd have to bid Nick goodbye and return to my life with Daddy. If only there was a way for all of us to live together.

Picking me off the floor, Nick put me onto the highchair, strapped me in, and then tied a bib around my neck. It always felt good to be out of control when Daddy strapped me in, and it felt just as good now with Nick. Everything was going so well, I couldn't help but beam up at him for no reason.

When he presented the breakfast he had fixed, excitement turned to worry. The breakfast consisted of porridge with a side of boiled vegetables. It was a cruel way to treat such a well-behaved girl.

"Oh, I don't think I've told you." I kicked my feet back and forth as I pushed the plate away. "Daddy has me on a strictly meat-only diet. He is quite health conscious. Besides, I have a really bad allergy to veggies. My throat closes up and I start feeling nauseous."

He laughed and shook his head. "That's a lie if I've ever heard one. Girls will say anything to get out of eating veggies. A meat-only diet isn't supposed to be good for you. Girls need veggies to be healthy and strong. How does your Daddy convince you to eat your veggies?"

I shrugged. "He likes to mince them and hide it in the meal instead of serving them on the side. It's bearable that way, but these days he makes little airplanes out of them to distract me from what I'm eating."

"Ah, yes. I usually reward Littles for finishing their veggies, but making airplanes works too. Alright then. Open your mouth."

I wiggled in my seat so hard the chair could've broken. I would get to stare at Nick's handsome face as he fed me breakfast. Whenever Clark did that for me, it was a reminder of how lucky I was for having such a loving Daddy.

He now made an airplane with a spork and moved it around in the air. It flew in all directions before heading towards my mouth. Nick's face was so handsome, but I instinctively pursed my lips. Even little airplanes couldn't make boiled veggies appetizing and Clark knew that.

"Open up, honey," Nick said. "The plan is out of fuel and needs to land. If you don't open your mouth, it'll crash into the city down there and millions will lose their lives."

I bit back a laugh when he made the spork crash land into the plate, making the sound of a dramatic explosion as it did. Then he turned into a mime as he ran around in circles in horror. Looking up at the ceiling, he opened his mouth to scream but there was no sound. Then he fainted on the floor and I burst into laughter. He stayed there for a few beats before standing up and bowing to an imaginary audience.

Rushing back to his seat, he stuck his lower lip out in a pout. "Let's have a moment of silence for millions of lives that could've been saved if only you had eaten your breakfast."