Page 3 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"He likes me?" She smiled brightly as her cheeks turned red with shyness. "I've never had someone like me before. But two Littles can't fall in love, uncle Nick. Jackson's not a Daddy, and everyone knows Littles can only have their happily ever afters with a Daddy."

I shook my head. "Not necessarily. You get to make your own rules. Societal expectations shouldn't stop you from trying new things. If things work out between you and you decide you still need a dom in your lives, you could collectively look for a Daddy and Mommy to take care of you. What I'm trying to say is that the possibilities are endless. It's up to you if you want to give him a chance. Now, do you want to ask his help in cleaning up your dress?"

She stared hard at the wall behind me trying to come up with an answer, finally giving me a nod. "I think I want to."

She ran back to Jackson and talked to him, her cheeks turning redder with each passing second. A smile crept on my face when Jackson's face lit up and he enthusiastically led her out the door hand in hand.

And just like that, I had possibly witnessed the start of a beautiful relationship. I was once again reminded of why I loved spending so much time in the Little playroom.

When I returned to my seat next to John, Michael could barely contain his joy. "You're so good at this, uncle Nick. But I've never seen you with a Little of your own. Why don't you..."

Before Michael could finish his question, John was instantly on high alert, his fingers on Michael's bottom ready to give him a gentle pinch. Michael looked conflicted as he squirmed with a frown, his gaze shifting between my face and his bottom.

He finally gulped and continued. "Why don't have a Little, uncle Nick? Owie!" Michael yelped when his Daddy pinched his bottom.

"That's a rude thing to ask, boy."

John liked to correct his boy, but most Littles asked questions out of curiosity. They didn't have a filter during conversations and it meant they were honest, which I liked.

I laughed. "It's alright, John. I don't mind. Well, I guess I've just been too busy with work to think about working on my personal life."

John eyed me suspiciously. "The club is at a point where Marcus could easily take over most of the responsibilities. He's the co-owner now after all. You could become a hands-off owner if you wanted to, but something's stopping you, isn't it? You should move out of that apartment upstairs. It's the only way you can concentrate on healing, Nick. You've been through a lot. I know it hurts, but you've got to move on. It's the only way to happiness."

John saw right through people and he didn't like to pretend otherwise. He spoke the truth no matter how harsh it was. Yes, I had deliberately drowned myself in work. It was the only way I wasn't left alone with my thoughts.

I sighed. "I don't know if I ever can, John."

"Yes you can, uncle Nick." Michael placed his hand on mine. "All I could do was think about the bullying I received in the past for being gay. Remember what you told me back then?"

I nodded with a smile. "That the only way in life is to love yourself and keep moving forward."

"Exactly," Michael said. "You have so much love to give, I know you'll make a great Daddy to a girl. The title of greatest Daddy in the world is already taken my Daddy here, but you'd come very close."

"Aw, thanks, buddy. I'll keep that in mind."

I ruffled Michael's hair and a few more cowlicks sprang up, all pointing towards the ceiling. John's eye began to twitch wildly since he was a bit of a perfectionist. He stroked his boy's head and pretended he wasn't pushing them back down with each stroke.

When Jackson and Hillary returned, Michael wanted to join them in playing house. But just as John got up, the door opened, and in walked two Littles. Michael practically began vibrating in his Daddy's lap with excitement seeing them, so John rushed towards them as they sat on the floor a few feet away.

I recognized one of the Littles as Elijah and it was reasonable that he was so excited to see him after such a long honeymoon in Europe, but I didn't recognize the girl. It only meant one thing, that she was just visiting on a trial basis to see if she wanted to be a member.

I was taken aback by how beautiful she was. She had no makeup on, long hair tied up in adorable pigtails, and big innocent eyes. I could hear their conversations and it felt wrong to eavesdrop, yet I couldn't help myself. All I wanted to do for the rest of the night was to listen to her sweet voice as she spoke in a Little cadence.

It had been far too long since I'd been with someone. The possibility of her becoming a regular member and getting to see her every day was far too tempting. They were calling her Jenna and she was breathtaking.

I was so busy admiring her, I failed to realize the man who had walked in behind them must’ve been her Daddy. He was sitting next to John, right behind the Littles. My face fell but apparently, my heart hadn't received the memo. No, I couldn't fantasize about someone who was already taken. Of course the first girl I’m attracted to after such a long time turns out to be taken. My life was nothing but a series of misfortunes at this point.

Chapter 2: Jenna

I was practically a celebrity at this point. Everybody at the club was staring at me, especially the Littles. Ever since I was interviewed on CNN recently about my escape from my oppressors, people recognized me wherever I went.

When news channels approached me for an exclusive interview, Daddy had left the decision up to me. It was a hard decision to make, but I decided to go ahead with it, hoping it would give courage to women watching to stand up to their oppressors too.

Daddy said everything would return to normal with time and people would stop recognizing me one day, which was all the more reason to bask in my fifteen minutes of fame.

When Michael returned from Europe yesterday, he had invited me to the event held for Littles at the club. I'd always looked forward to meeting other Littles, so I jumped at the opportunity.

Elijah wanted to join in since he had moved to the city recently. He was Michael’s friend and I hadn't gotten to know him yet. The possibility of making a new friend all over again was so exciting. If things went right, Elijah would be the second friend I ever had.