Page 4 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

Right as Charlotte was about to get up, she heard footsteps near her.

“Hello, little one,” a man said softly to her.

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FINN

Finn spoke softly to the little girl in front of him. He didn’t want to spook her by talking in his normal voice.

His deep voice tended to scare little girls at first. Finn was always mindful when it came to littles and tried not to scare them. He knew that a lot of them were scared of strange people, especially strange, tall people. Finn was tall, and in the beginning, he didn’t care if he scared littles because it just meant they stayed away from him.

Well, the genuine ones did. The ones that wanted to sink their claws into him because he was one of the owners didn’t care one bit that he was taller and his voice was deeper. That was another thing he looked for but not a defining one that made him walk away from the little.

Some littles really didn’t mind the deep voice or a tall stranger coming near them, and he had to remember that.

“Hello, sir,” the little girl whispered before she looked back down at her coloring book.

“What are you coloring?” Finn found himself asking.

He was drawn to this little girl, and he didn’t want to leave her.

“A cupcake.” The little girl’s voice went higher. She giggled and continued to color the frosting a red color. “A Christmas cupcake.”

“Is Christmas your favorite holiday?” Finn sat down on the ground next to her and watched her color in the lines.

He wondered if she always colored in the lines or if she colored outside sometimes. It was pretty normal for littles to color outside of the lines, well, younger littles. Finn was curious to see what age this little girl would fall into.

She looked up at Finn and nodded her head rapidly. “Yes!” she squealed.

Finn watched the girl as she went back to coloring, but this time she was coloring something new. A piece of cake. He wondered if this little girl had a sweet tooth that he would have to watch out for. He didn’t want his baby girl to get sick from all the sweets.

His body froze at that thought. Shit. He just called her his baby girl. He doesn’t even know her name, and he was already claiming her.

“What’s your name, little one?” Finn asked.

“Charlie,” she said as she colored the piece of cake blue. “Charlotte is my full name.” Her voice was more grown up this time.

Finn knew that she probably preferred to be called Charlie when she was in little space and Charlotte when she wasn’t. He wanted to come up with a nickname that would be meaningful if they ever got serious. He hoped that they would. She seemed so shy, but he felt like she wouldn’t be when she got more comfortable around him.

Now to figure out how to get her comfortable around him so they could get to know each other better.

“My name’s Finn,” he said, hoping she would look at him again.

She had only looked at him once this whole time, and he wanted her to look up again. He wanted to see her pretty eyes and face.

“Can I color with you?” Finn asked.

A shocked look fell on the girl’s face, and Finn wondered why. Had no one else ever asked Charlotte if they could color with her?

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to color with you. I just want to get to know you, and I do love coloring,” Finn said, gaining her attention again.

Charlotte shyly looked at his chest, and Finn felt like she was hesitant on what to do.

“Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It was nice meeting you,” he said, his tone of voice holding a note of disappointment and sadness.

“Wait!” Charlotte said, panic clear in her voice. “Y-you can s-stay and color if you want,” she whispered.

Finn smiled and sat down next to her. “Can you tear a picture out for me so I can color with you?”

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