Page 5 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

Her eyes went wide as she looked at Finn. “You can’t tear it out! It’s not mine, it’s the club’s,” she whispered.

“It’s okay. I give you permission,” Finn said, giving her an encouraging smile.

Charlotte shook her head and looked at the coloring book. What was going on inside of her head right now? He thought it might have been because she didn’t want to get into trouble. Well, she wouldn’t, but she didn’t know that. She probably didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m one of the owners of the club. It’s okay to tear a picture out for me,” he explained.

She didn’t move, so Finn picked up the coloring book from her and tore a picture out before placing the book back in front of her again.

“There, now if one of my friends comes and says something, I’ll get in trouble and you won’t,” Finn said.

Charlotte giggled.

“What are you giggling about?” he asked.

“Nofing,” she mumbled, sobering up quickly.

Finn let out a sigh. Baby steps. She obviously wasn’t comfortable around him yet, but he was going to change that.

“I used to color when I was a kid. I haven’t in years, too much work,” Finn said as he started to color the ice cream cone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Charlotte start to color her piece of cake again, adding blue and pink to the picture. Her forehead creased like she was thinking about something really hard, and Finn wanted to know.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” He sat down his marker and looked at her fully.

“What flavor this would be in real life or if it would just be dyed,” Charlotte said, her voice going higher.

Finn couldn’t help but smile when he heard that. She was getting more comfortable around him and slowly slipping into little space.

“Would it be strawberry flavored?” he asked.

“I’ve made a strawberry flavored cake before, and it was delicious,” she said, getting excited.

“With what type of frosting?”

“Chocolate!” she giggled. “There’s no other flavor that it can go with.”

Finn chuckled. “I agree.”

Charlotte nodded her head and went back to coloring. He took this time to watch her as she colored and let go some, but that quickly ended when she groaned and put her head down on the coloring book.

“What’s wrong?” Finn asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

Her body stiffened with the contact but quickly melted under his touch as he continued to soothe her.

“Can you look at me, little cupcake?” Finn asked gently.

Charlotte shook her head.

“Please, my little cupcake,” he encouraged her.

He knew it probably wasn’t the wisest idea to call her his little cupcake since she wasn’t his, but right now, he didn’t care. He wanted to know what was wrong.

Charlotte slowly lifted her head up and looked at Finn’s mouth. He had seen several littles do this when they were nervous or intimidated.

“Look me in the eyes,” he commanded.

Her eyes immediately found his.

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