Page 50 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"Jenna?" Nick said with a frown, sitting up and holding me by the shoulders. "What's wrong, darling? Did you have a bad dream?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said quietly, burying my face in his chest and throwing my arms around him. "Haven't had one of those in a long time. It felt like I reliving it all over again. I was locked in there and hungry, volunteering to stay in the basement so my siblings could be spared of their cruelty."

When I looked up at Nick, I realized I was thinking out loud and he knew nothing about my past.

"It's a long story, Daddy," I said sadly, my eyes then widening at the sudden realization.

"You just called me… Do you really mean it this time, sweet bunny? You want me to be your Daddy?"

"Y-yes, Daddy." I peeked up at him from his chest as blood rushed to my cheeks. "I've wanted it for a long time, but now I'm as sure as a girl can be."

"Oh, how I've waited for this very moment." He wrapped his hands around me and swayed me from side to side. "I've dreamed of the day I'd get to call you my girl. I knew I'd be happy, but this feeling you've given me? I feel so happy I could shout from rooftops."

I giggled as he wiped my tears. "Our neighbors would think you're crazy."

"Which I am, darling." He tapped my nose with a fingertip. "Crazy for my sweet bunny. Now, what were you talking about? Who locked you up in your dream?"

"Nothing." I shook my head and broke the hug, letting him kiss my hand. "Let's keep this moment about us, Daddy Nick. It’s an important moment, one I hope to cherish lifelong."

The door flew open and in ran Daddy Clark, a spatula in his hand.

"I heard a scream." Daddy Clark rested his hands on his knees and panted, looking around the room in all directions. "I came running as fast as I could. Where's the danger, sweetheart? Just point in the direction and I'll neutralize the threat."

"Just a dream, Daddy Clark." I patted the space next to me.

"Daddy Clark?" He said, taking a seat next to me. "You've never called me that before."

"As long as I have my Daddies with me, everything will be alright." I wrapped an arm around each of their necks and pulled them in closer.

"Oh, I see," Clark said as he kissed me on your cheek. "Nick's officially your Daddy then. Tonight we celebrate, just the three of us at the finest Italian restaurant in the city. My treat."

"And by that you mean you'll be cooking Italian tonight?" Nick asked.

Clark blinked blankly. "But of course. What else could it mean?"

When Nick left to work out in the gym room downstairs, I told Clark about my dream.

Clark paced around the room with his arms crossed. "Sounds like you've been feeling guilty about not seeing your siblings enough. They'd understand, really. Ever since you've started working at the club you haven't had a lot of free time."

"I don't want them to think I'm too busy to see them. I got out of that crazy satanic cult weeks before them. I've had enough time to adjust to the real world, thanks to you. But my siblings are all on their own in a world they're not familiar with. They need me now more than ever."

Clark sat next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "You're such a good sister, you know. Your brother Miles knows it too. He'd never blame you for running away from the cult and leaving them behind. It was just a dream. Your siblings wouldn't have gotten out of there if it wasn't for you. But yes, you're right. Family always comes first. I'll talk to Nick and convince him to let you take a few days off work. We'll visit your grandma's place and you can hang out together for the next few days."

As Clark drove us to my grandma's place that afternoon, Nick sat in the backseat with me. He held my hand and comforted me. He had no idea what was going on or why I was so distressed, but he'd been so patient. He knew I'd tell him everything when the time was right.

When Miles answered the door, it was confirmation that, unlike the dream, my brother was perfectly fine and not locked up in a basement. I got teary-eyed as I threw my arms around him.

"Jenna, you're here!" My youngest brother who was six ran up to me and hugged my leg. "I missed you."

The others soon ran up to us and the six of us were in one big group hug. Breaking the hug, I gave them one good look. They gained weight each time I visited them, so grandma must be taking good care of them. They were so close to being a healthy weight.

It felt so great to see them all smiling and happy. Back in the cult, we weren't allowed to leave home and it had taken a toll on us. They were so sad and terrified of our parents all the time. It felt great to be the reason they had escaped.

As Clark and Nick handed me presents one after the other, I distributed them. I had saved up all of my first paychecks for this very moment, and it was so worth the joy on their faces as they opened them.

"Miles, can I have a word with you in private?" I asked when my Daddies were making small talk with my grandma.

When Miles led me upstairs to his room, I closed the door behind me.