Page 31 of His Love

“Uncle Axel,” I heard the soft voice call from the monitor above the crib. Pike was a genius for building a staff nursery in the club for us. I never knew I would need it, but I felt like a proud Daddy tonight having my Little one tucked away in there.

“I’m coming, baby. Give me just one second,” I answered back into the monitor. I got Griffin’s attention and he nodded, letting me know he had the door covered.

I ran back through the bar, up the steps, and into the nursery.

“Hi, baby,” I said, walking over and releasing the rail. I scooped her up and held her close. Breathing in her floral smell, I kissed her forehead. I loved kissing a sleepy baby... or a cuddly baby, or hell, just a baby in general.

“Need to potty,” she whispered, her head tucked into my neck.

I rocked her side to side for a minute before carrying her into the bathroom and setting her down beside the toilet. Having learned on day one she enjoyed wearing a diaper, but she did not enjoy using it, I didn’t question her request.

I slid her leggings down and went to unfasten her diaper, but she slapped her hands over mine.

“Nuuu,” she whined.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

She flushed, but kept her hands on the diaper. “I can do it.”

“I’m sure you can, but that’s what Daddies do.”

Playing with the tabs on the diaper, she stayed quiet for a minute. “You’re not my Daddy.”

“No,” I answered. “But I would like to be.”

Her eyes, lit up with so much hope and excitement, was both heartbreaking and exhilarating. I was elated that my confession caused it, but I wanted to destroy all the people who had caused her to hurt so deeply.

“You do?”

“Very much so.”

“What if I’m not as good as Junie?”

I pulled off the diaper and helped her sit.

“As good at what, baby?”

“At being your Little. I’ve never been someone's Little before.”

Oh, her confession crushed me. I had expected as much after hearing it from Emily, but it still hurt my heart. This precious girl had been through so much.

“Honey, you’re already such a good Little. I’m so blessed you're willing to take my grumpy ass as your Daddy,” I teased.

She giggled.

After cleaning her up and rediapering her, I wanted to revisit part of the conversation.

“None of your old boyfriends ever played at being Daddy? I want to make sure I understand everything, baby.”

I carried her out of the nursery and down to the bar area. Dallas waved as I sat Paisley down in one of the open chairs at the counter. She grabbed her notepad and headed our way.

“I’ve never had one before,” Paisley admitted shyly.

“Yes, I know you’ve never had a real Daddy, but…”

“No,” she interrupted. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

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