Page 4 of Daddy's Doll

“What are you looking at?” she asks.

“You’re glowing with my baby,” I tell her and she laughs, waving me off as she turns off the stove. She loads the eggs and pancakes she made onto plates and brings them to the table. Before she can walk to the other side, I snatch her around her waist and pull her onto my lap.

I kiss the small space behind her ear and squeeze at her side. “As you get bigger, you should start relaxing more. Daddy can take all of this for you.”

She fidgets for a few seconds, realizing I’m not going to let her go, and finally relaxes against me. I smile, cutting up the food and bringing it to her mouth. Her lips wrap around the fork and she eats what I have to offer. My cock twitches in my pants. I’ve never taken her mouth during any of my nights with her, too afraid to risk asphyxiation.

Ella allows me to feed her a few bites before she blushes and looks down at me. “I think I’m capable of doing this by myself. I barely remember I’m pregnant half the time.”

My hand moves to rest on her bump and I shake my head. “I don’t. I think about it all day, especially when I see your swollen belly.”

She frowns. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I ask, my head tilting to the side.

“For getting pregnant so young. I know this isn’t what we planned for my life,” she admits sadly.

My heart skips. I place the fork down and turn her. Ella straddles me, her brow quivers in confusion at how I placed her. I cup her face, my thumb stroking her cheek.

“It might not have been planned, but I already love this baby,” I tell her.

Ella’s face softens. “Really?”

I nod. “Yeah, I can’t wait to be a daddy again.”

She smiles, throwing her arms around my neck as she giggles. “Well, grandpa.”

Slipping my hand into her hair, I pull her to me and press a soft kiss on her lips. It’s only a brief brush, but she stills in my hold. I press a second kiss and then pull away, dropping my hands to rub at the sides of her thighs.

“How about we do something special today?” I ask her.

Ella stares at me warily. “What?”

“How about I pamper you like the princess you are?” I say, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

Her lips pull inward and she bites down on her bottom lip. Her little nose scrunches and I have to fight the erection threatening to swell. I pull her closer and hold on tight as I stand with her in my arms.

Ella lets out a little squeak. “What are you doing?”

“Trust me, sweetheart. Daddy is going to take care of you.”

I carry to my bedroom and set her on the bed before grabbing a towel from my bathroom. Tossing it next to her, I search through the cabinet under my sink before finding the scented oil her mother used to love. Then I dig through the hallway closest and find one of Ella’s favorite candles and the speaker that connects to her phone.

She watches me curiously as I place everything on the nightstand and move to close the curtains. It blankets the room in a soft darkness before I move back and light the candle.

“Pick your favorite music,” I whisper to her as I spread out the towel on my bed.

“I don’t understand,” she says, her shaky voice making me pause.

I stand before her, resting my hands on her knees. “I did this for your mother when she was pregnant with you. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Her wide eyes blink up at me and she nods slowly. I kiss her forehead and grasp her hands, pulling her off the bed.

“The oil will stain your clothes, so you need to remove them,” I tell her.

She blushes. “I don’t have anything underneath.”

I shrug. “You don’t have to be shy with me.”

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