Page 29 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"You're so silly, Nick," I said in a Little cadence.

"What's the matter, honey?" He looked disappointed. "You eat when your Daddy makes airplanes but not when I do it? Is it too soon? Some Littles like to test how much their Daddies care for them by being defiant. Does it have something to do with that?"

He referred to himself as my Daddy. I felt guilty about not being honest about remembering calling him Daddy last night.

"It was a lie." I turned my head away and let out a sigh.

"What do you mean?" He took my face in his hands and turned it back to him.

"I remember calling you Daddy in my sleep last night. I don't know why I lied."

His expressions softened and he gave me a quick peck on the lips. "You're not ready and that's fine. I can wait forever if that's what it takes."

I wanted to tell him I was, that it was all I wanted. But the words didn't come out, so I just opened my mouth instead.

His face lit up and he eagerly took a spoonful of porridge and forked a couple of veggies. This time when he made an airplane out of it, I let him feed me. I froze at the strange texture. It tasted like boiled paper with mushy broccoli.

Oh well, one couldn't have it all. Nick was a hottie and he had to compensate it with being a bad cook. It was just like Daddy and his inability to work with makeup. He liked to smear me with layers of colorful nonsense and call his work a masterpiece. Daddy could cook a mean meal and I hoped Nick was good with makeup.

I began chewing my food. Nick just looked so handsome staring at me with a smile, I forgot all about the texture.

"Feeding a Little makes you happy, doesn't it?" I asked as I swallowed the last bite.

This was who he truly was and he'd starved himself of this need for seven long years when he was with his ex.

He thought for a while before replying. "I feed Littles all the time when their Daddies drop them off for a few days. But it felt so different feeding you. I'm no chef, so I looked up the recipe because I wanted it to taste good and I wanted you to like my cooking. It was never that way with the other Littles. So, did it taste good?"

I didn't want to sound ungrateful, but I didn't want to outright lie either.

"The meatloaf last night was tasty. If the breakfast had anything but veggies, I would've given you an honest review."

"Good enough for me." With the bib, he patted away at my lips. "Time for a drink."

He looked so happy one would think I had just confessed my love to him. I didn't do much to please him and it made me feel special. It was such simple things that made me realize I was falling for him hard. Each little expression on his kind face was being etched into my memory and I knew I'd spend my time away from him replaying these events over and over in my head.

When he walked over to the counter and returned with a bottle, I kicked my feet in excitement and reached for the bottle.

"Milk!" I exclaimed as he held the bottle just out of my reach.

"Patience, darling. Let me feed you."

I brought my limbs to rest and sat still as a statue. Nick was feeding me breakfastandmilk? We were moving so fast and yet it felt so right.

He chuckled. "Well, you're allowed to breathe."

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. When he began feeding me, I scrunched up my face at the saltiness. I was ready to spit it out and call out his betrayal. Kristen had pranked Michael and me with salted milk and we didn't respond well to it.

Soon I realized it was in fact salted buttermilk. I wasn't used to it, but it was kind of refreshing. It washed away the gross taste of veggies and left behind a tangy taste in my mouth.

As I drank out of the bottle, I held onto Nick's hand with both my hands and rubbed my cheek against it. It felt far too good to be taken away prematurely. It felt so soothing, my eyelids were growing heavier by the second, and Nick's lullaby wasn't helping.

I pulled it out and smacked my lips together when I finished it all. "Ah, I could get used to this life. Being fed breakfast and bottles of drinks. If only everything was filled with sugar instead of veggies."

"Pancakes with syrup next time you're here. For now, do you want to continue playing with Lego? I'll watch over you from the couch while I text your aunt Matha to see if the club didn't burn down yesterday night in my absence."

When I nodded, he undid the belts around my waist and got me out of the chair. He scooped me up in his arms and soon I was on his hip, with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. It was only the second time he was carrying me, but I could never get used to it. I stared at him with a big smile as he carried me to the couch.

"What's the matter, darling?" He turned to me and he was so close, I couldn't help but give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Aw, what was that for?"