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“All done. You were very good,” Dr. Richards complimented as Rocky lifted her to sit on his lap.

“Promise?”

“I promise, Melissa. I want you to promise me something,” he requested. “Listen to your Daddy and give yourself time to heal,” Dr. Richards told her.

“I can do that,” she agreed. Looking down at the pacifier in her hand, Melissa held it back out to him. “Here. This is yours.”

“No way. That belongs to a good girl. I think you’re the only one in the room who fits that description. It’s yours now,” Dr. Richards assured her.

“Thank you,” she whispered and looked up at Rocky to make sure he was okay with her having it.

“The best of all good girls,” he echoed.

“Go ahead and dress Melissa. I’ll adjust a sling for her. I want her to wear it when she’s up and walking. While she’s relaxing, it’s best to take it off and let her muscles move around. Let me know in two days if the redness hasn’t disappeared.”

“Yes, Doctor. Thank you for taking care of my Little girl,” Rocky told him.

Melissa could feel the emotion in that sentence. He cared for her. She loved how he wrapped around her, as if he would protect her from the world.

Chapter Seven

Melissa undressed Rwahr Rwahr and put on his Santa outfit. Her Daddy had surprised her with a set of holiday outfits for her lion stuffie. There was one that made him an elf and a candy cane as well. Rwahr Rwahr didn’t know which one he liked the best, so Melissa had fun changing him often.

“Ho, Ho, Ho,” she chortled for her stuffie.

“Looking good, Rwahr Rwahr,” Rocky complimented as he returned to the comfy sectional with a fresh bottle.

Reaching eagerly for the beverage, Melissa pressed it into her mouth. “Mmm.”

“Good girl. When this cartoon is over, Daddy’s going to change your bandage.”

Melissa wrinkled her nose as she continued to drink. Putting on the new dressing wasn’t bad, but she hated having the tape taken off. Her arm didn’t like the adhesive.

“None of that, little girl. Remember we tried new tape last time. Dr. Richards said the paper tape would be better for your skin. He hasn’t led us wrong yet.”

“It’s been three days, Daddy. Do I get to go back to work tomorrow?”

“Let’s see how your arm looks and feels. We have the whole day for your healing to continue.”

“But I’m getting bored, Daddy. I want to go back to work. I don’t think you can keep me from going,” she said, feeling stubborn.

“Don’t pick a fight with me, little girl, just because you’re bored,” Rocky warned.

“The last time I checked, you weren’t the boss of me. I’m going to work tomorrow, and you can’t stop me,” Melissa stated, feeling proud for standing up for herself.

His reaction was not what she expected. Rocky’s face sagged. He looked so sad, she instantly felt like crying.

“You are right, Melissa. You get to make your own decisions. Have you decided you don’t want to be my Little girl?”

She backpedaled quickly at his blunt question. Rocky never danced around a subject. He met it head on.

“I didn’t mean that. I just want to go back to work.”

“I think we need to sit down and discuss what we both need out of this…” He paused and reworded that to, “An ageplay relationship. If you feel ready to go to work tomorrow, then you should be up to having a serious discussion.”

“Do you think PLAYTIME made a mistake?” Melissa asked, hugging her stuffie to her chest.

“I think PLAYTIME is amazing. We need to decide if we still want the things we told PLAYTIME we wanted. That’s how they matched us. Come sit at the table.”

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