Page 33 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

The past few hours had been harder than I'd anticipated. It was the longest we'd gone without seeing each other. Our lives revolved around each other so much, I didn't know what to do with my free time. I'd look at the clock and remember it was time to feed Jenna, but then I'd remember she wasn't home. We had developed attachment issues without even knowing it. I was almost sure she'd been missing me just as much.

Now as I heard the terms Bunno and sweet bunny from Nick, I couldn't help but smile. It had been the right decision to arrange for a sleepover after all.

When Nick nodded at me, I nodded back. Within seconds he was back to looking at Jenna and it was the sweetest thing. He was falling for my sweet girl. How could he not? She was a precious little angel who brought joy wherever she went.

As I carried her down the stairs, Jenna turned back and continued waving at Nick. Long goodbye waves were a sign she would miss the person. She did that with Michael sometimes.

Finally out the building door, I carried her to the car. She instinctively reached for her binky and put it in her mouth for a couple of sucks. She did that when she needed to be comforted that everything was going to be alright.

"I thought I'd have to drag you out of there and I was right." I opened the car door and sat us in.

"Drag is a pretty big word," she said, popping the binky out of her mouth and putting it away. "More like coax."

"And?" I shifted to the driver's seat and put our seat belts on. "You can hardly wait to tell me everything. I can tell."

"Oh, Nick was so great, Daddy," she began. "He was a complete gentleman. There were times when I wanted things to get physical, but he didn't let physical attraction make all the decisions. He would make such a good Daddy. He made little airplanes like you do, read me one of his books, and even dressed me up. When he changed my diaper, I knew I wanted him to be my Daddy. I was so sure there weren't good men like you out there. But Nick is good, Daddy. He cares for me and he's so sweet. I think I'm falling for him. I know I told you I didn't want another Daddy, but Nick doesn't feel like just any other Daddy. He feels like he's my Daddy. So can I keep him, pretty please?"

I just sat there in disbelief. Jenna usually had such a hard time being honest about her feelings. She always worried about others' happiness to the point where she was willing to sacrifice her own. First, she suffered so her siblings wouldn't. And then she didn't want to like Nick because she was afraid it would hurt me.

My surprise turned to joy as I took her face in my hands. "I'm so proud of you, Jenna. Do you know why?"

She shrugged. "Is it because I told you the truth?"

I nodded and gave her a peck on the lips. "It's because you were honest not just with me, but with yourself. You've never asked me for anything. I'm glad you're getting into the habit of asking for things. You see, life is a pursuit of happiness. If Nick makes you happy, then you should go and get him. Do you want to go back in there and tell him how you feel?"

Her cheeks turned red as she shook her head adorably. "I think he already knows. I want to call him Daddy, but I guess I just need to get used to the idea first."

"You know what? You deserve a treat for being so good and honest about your feelings."

"Whoa!" Her eyes widened as she tugged at my shirt, shifting in her seat. "I've been so busy with work lately. I haven't had one of those in days."

I barked out a laugh. "Not the sexual kind of treat, sweetheart. I meant going to that Indian place you like so much and getting ice cream after. But now that you've mentioned it, your idea isn't so bad either."

I moved my hand down to her thighs and rubbed them.

"Not here, Daddy." She pressed her hands up against the window glass and stared through it. "There are people around."

"You're right," I said, pulling my hand away. "We'll get some food first."

Chapter 18: Jenna

It was a good decision to make Nick sit in the front seat as Daddy drove. I hoped they'd get into some small talk. Just as I'd planned, they were deep in conversation arguing about whose team was better at lord knows what sports.

"You look happy," Nick said looking at me through the mirror. "This is no laughing matter, you know. Your Daddy and I are meant to be enemies."

"Just because the teams you support are rivals?" I gaped at him and shook my head in disbelief. "Let's talk about something you both have in common."

"Yeah, and what's that?" Daddy asked as I pet my puppy Nico in my lap.

We didn't usually take Nico with us but Nick wanted to meet him. Apparently, Nick loved both cats and dogs.

"You know..."

"Aw, is that why you made us sit together while you sit in the back?" Daddy said.

"What?" Why?" Nick asked, confused.

"She wants us to get along, Nick," Daddy said. "Ever since she had a sleepover at your place last week, you're all she talks about. Somewhere among those praises for you, there was a mention about how she would just love for the two of us to get along."