Page 55 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

My lower lip wobbled as I looked up at my Daddies running to my rescue.

"Show Daddy where it hurts, sweetheart." Clark took me in his arms while Nick inspected the injury.

"You just scratched your knee, darling." Nick blew air at the wound and brushed off some of the dirt, but I had already gotten teary-eyed. "We'll patch you up in no time and you'll be good as new."

Michael and the rest of them had gathered around me in a circle, looking at me in concern, but Kristen was still nowhere to be seen.

Daddy Nick picked me up in his strong arms and then shifted me on his hip. Daddy Clark followed as we headed to the bathroom where we sat on the floor.

Nick wiped my tears, then looked down at me lovingly and sang my favorite lullaby. "Your Daddy loves you so dearly, so don't you cry sweet babygirl..."

It had become my go-to for slipping into my Little space. His deep soothing voice instantly calmed me down, causing me to now suck on my thumb and forget all about the pain.

"Such a good girl." Nick gave me a quick peck on the lips and worked expertly as he cleaned the wound before Clark put a wolf-shaped band-aid on it.

Clark took my feet in a hand and put it in his lap, rubbing the sole in small circles with his thumb. "You know, being a Daddy means you're always scared. Scared about when your Little might get hurt and if you'll be able to prevent it."

Nick nodded. "But there are times like today when we can't prevent it. What we can do however is comfort afterward and ensure it doesn't happen again. So no more running."

Clark continued when I nodded and pulled my thumb out of my mouth. "Sometimes I wonder if I did a good job comforting. There's always that voice in my head that says I could've done something to prevent it, I could've been a better Daddy. Maybe if I had been vigilant or made better decisions, I might have done a better job at saving you from danger."

I had a feeling Clark wasn't talking about the wound on my knee. He still regretted not being able to stop Otis from kidnapping me despite promising to keep me safe. He still blamed himself long after Otis was sent to prison for the crimes he had committed since starting the cult.

"You know what John says," Nick said, hugging me from behind and resting his head on my shoulder. "You wish you could save your Littles from the world but there will always be times when you can't. What you can do is learn from your mistakes. Every time you question whether you're a good Daddy, just love your Little harder. You're all they've got and you're all they need."

I nodded. "I'm a happy girl as long as I have my Daddies with me. And if this is about Otis kidnapping me, you had no control over his actions, Daddy Clark. You managed to save me and I'm here now. It's all that matters. You both couldn’t possibly do a better job, because you're already the best Daddies in the whole world."

Bringing my feet up to his lips, Clark kissed it. He looked at me with love in his eyes. When I looked up at Nick, I found the same in his eyes too. There were two never-changing truths in this world. My Daddies were the best in the whole world and I was the luckiest girl there was because they loved me so dearly.

It was times like these that I just wanted them to make love to me, no matter the time or place. They looked so hot with their handsome smiles and nothing but love in their eyes, their expressions soft and their touch strong yet warm and gentle.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" I asked as Clark had begun to give me full-on feet massage, rubbing his thumbs into the sole.

I let out a satisfied moan. Who needed sex when feet massages felt this good. I thought I saw a slight movement from behind the curtain in the bathtub from the corner of my eye. Was someone hiding there? But I was distracted when I had to let out another moan.

"Your uncle John gives these to Michael every time he has to kiss away one of his booboos. Feet massages calm him down instantly for some reason. Are you ready to go back out there and play with your friends, my brave girl?"

I wasn't allowed to run, so I skipped up to Michael in the living room to show him the band-aid on my knee.

"Aren't they just lovely?" He said. "I love wolves so Daddy's filled our home with little things that have wolves on them."

"Bears are better," Elijah remarked. "I bet a single bear can single-handedly defeat a pack of wolves with barely any effort."

I rolled my eyes when Michael opened his mouth to reply. "Guys, we've been over this a dozen times. Dogs would easily win."

They looked at each other and then burst into laughter in unison.

"Think about it," I continued. "Dogs could defeat them all with their power of love and friendship. They wouldn't need to fight because they'd end it by being silly and playful."

"Whoa, that's deep." Elijah nodded wisely.

"Good god." I heard Kristen sniffing my hair from behind, causing me to turn around. "What's that smell? Your hair stinks, Jenna. My Daddy insists I shower every day. Yours don't?"

I put a hand on my chest and gasped. "Such a rude thing to say. My hair doesn't stink. You're just being a mean bully, Kristen."

"Is it because you rolled around in the grass?" Elijah said. "I don't see any dirt."

"I'm just glad I didn't play with you." She pinched her nose shut and stepped away from me. "It stinks so bad I feel like I might throw up any second. Just stay away from me until you take a bath, please."