Page 36 of Daddy's Little Survivor

“A pretty long time. Have you ever had a Daddy?” the doll asked.

Monroe shook her head no and looked down at her feet. She had dreamed about having a Daddy for years but living with Jared, it wasn't safe for her to ask if he was a Daddy or go talk and find one. Even if Jared was a Daddy, she wouldn't want him as hers because he abused her and her Little space was precious to her.

“Can I ask why? You got all sad.”

“I don't wanna talk about it,” she mumbled.

She didn't want to explain that she had been in an abusive relationship for the past six years and couldn't show her Little side. If she told him that, he would ask even more questions she wasn't ready to answer.

It took everything in her to not tell him why. He had been so nice and so welcoming since he found her in her car. He had made it easy for her to slowly start to trust him. It worried her because the last time she trusted somebody so easily, it didn't end well.

She had thought several times about asking him to be her temporary Daddy while she recovered. He made her feel comfortable, partially safe, and like she could be herself. No one had done that in her life.

“Would…” Monroe started to say but stopped herself.

She couldn't ask him to be her temporary Daddy. It wasn't right and it wasn't safe. At least, that's what she kept telling herself. She had no clue whether Jared was coming after her right now or not and she had been feeling safe, even if her mind screamed at her that she wasn't.

Maybe if he was her Daddy for a little bit, he could help her heal and regain her strength before she had to move on, maybe help her get somewhere safe. It sounded so appealing. But deep down, she felt like she might get attached and didn't know if she’d be able to leave in the end.

If he was her Daddy and acted and treated her the same way he had for the past couple of days, she would neverwantto leave. He had treated her so well she just wanted to yell at him to be her Daddy, beg him to give her a chance.

“Yes, Little Bunny?” he said.

Monroe loved it when he called her Little Bunny. He hadn't done it much but each time, it sent butterflies into her stomach.

“Nothing,” she mumbled.

“Okay. When you're ready to say what you were about to say, let me know. I'm here to listen to you and help you,” he said, setting the doll on the ground. “Now, I'm going to go make a late lunch. Something light so it doesn't ruin dinner in a couple of hours. You can continue to play here while I make lunch and I'll call you when it's ready.”

She nodded her head and stared at him as he stood up.

“I know I'm not your Daddy, but I do like verbal answers. It helps so there's no miscommunication,” Michael said.

“Yes, D-sir,” she quickly corrected. “I understand.”

Her cheeks went rosy red and she looked down at her feet. This was the second time she had almost slipped and called him Daddy. She needed to get a grip on herself because he wasn't her Daddy, and she knew it wasn't appropriate to call him that when they hadn't talked about it. She wasn't his baby girl, his Little, so she had no right.

If Michael caught that she’d almost called him Daddy, he didn't say anything and she was thankful. She didn't know if she could handle the embarrassment she would feel.

She heard his footsteps leaving the room and a sigh left her mouth. How could she have almost slipped again? She blamed it on the fact she was becoming comfortable around him and he called out to her Little.

With everything on her mind, Monroe didn't feel like playing anymore right now. It seemed like in the past three days, she had thought more about things than she had in years.

Quietly, Monroe picked up the two dolls and put them back on the shelf. Maybe she could come back into this room later tonight, if she was still here, to play a little more. Maybe she could do it after she knew he would be asleep so he didn't find out.

She knew he told her to come into this room anytime, but she was a little embarrassed. He was the first one to find out she was Little since her boyfriend in high school. No one else knew.

Just as she was about to walk out of the room, Michael called her name. She slowly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. The first thing she noticed were the sandwiches filled with ham or turkey.

“Do you like ham?” he asked. “If you don’t, I also have turkey.”

“I like ham,” she whispered.

She had only had it once, but the one time she’d it, she had really liked it. Michael put her plate down where she normally sat, and she found herself slipping into the chair and eating.

He tried to make conversation with her several times, but her mind was occupied. She didn't want to open her mouth and blurt out that she wanted him to be her Daddy. She was worried if she did start to talk, it would just come out without her wanting it to.

Monroe's body was telling her to do it, to ask, but her mind was reminding her he could turn out to be just like Jared. He could be trying to woo her right now so she would ask and then he could change. It was a big possibility that could happen but deep down, she knew he could also be an amazing Daddy.

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