Page 31 of Loving Luna

LUNA

Drake’s parents were amazing. I knew this already. I’d met them more than once, but now that Drake and I were a thing and they welcomed me with open arms, it was a whole new level. Drake was the perfect mix of his mom and dad personality wise, but looking at his dad was like catapulting Drake into the future thirty years. They were identical which boded well for me, at least.

Thinking that far into the future was nerve-wracking and exciting all at once. It had never been something I had done. I liked to live in the present. Focus on the now. But thinking about a future with Drake… I liked it. Even in our current situation, I liked it.

My nerves settled a bit as I put my entire heart and soul into serving everyone and making sure the night went off without a hitch. No one’s cup was ever empty and I didn’t let anyone help me with anything. Drake tried, but I refused the help and thankfully he didn’t fight me too hard. He did however keep giving me that curious look that had become his favorite and I swore I saw him wince one of the times I called him Sir. His parents were lifestylers though and we’d never censored ourselves before when they were around. If he had wanted meto, he would have said something, wouldn’t he? My mind started to spiral so I found an excuse to retreat to the kitchen to catch my breath. I must have been there longer than I’d anticipated because soon after, his mom joined me with an armful of plates.

“Oh no! You don’t have to do that. Let me take those!”

Hettie shook her head. “You have been a wonderful hostess, dear, but if you don’t allow me to help you clean up after you have been running your tail off all night, you and I are going to have a problem.” She raised her brows, basically daring me to argue.

“Apparently your son got that look from you,” I grumbled and took a step away from the sink to give her access.

“Yes, well I may be submissive to Harold but that’s about as far as that goes. And I had to learn quickly to take charge raising that rambunctious son of mine.”

I loved hearing her tell stories about Drake when he was young. He’d been a wild child, that was for sure. We settled into a comfortable conversation as we cleaned up the kitchen together laughing and telling stories like we’d been best friends for years. Drake poked his head in to let us know he and his dad were going for a walk and that they would be back soon.

“Are you sure? It’s pretty cold.”

“It's actually mild for this time of year and my dad wants to go walk by the lake.”

“That silly man, he acts like he’s never seen the Ranch before.” Hettie waved her hand. “You two go, Luna and I will stay here where it’s warm.”

Drake looked at me questioningly and I smiled and nodded. “We’ll be fine. Enjoy your walk.”

We finished the kitchen and I brewed some coffee while Hettie made some hot tea for herself. It was adorable that Drake kept a kettle and his mom’s favorite tea on hand. He loved having them close. And I loved it for him.

DRAKE

“What’s got you thinking so hard, son?” my dad asked after a few minutes of silence as we made our way past the resort to the large lake that separated the resort from the Big House.

I sighed. “I don't know. Being with Luna is everything I've ever wanted. It’s a dream come true. But I think she’s regretting it and she just doesn't know how to tell me,” I answered honestly as we walked the trail along the lake. My parents had, in the last few years, moved nearby to Porter’s Corner, and I loved having them so close. Our family had always been tight-knit, but I felt closer to them now, and I loved going to them for advice. They also lived the lifestyle, a detail I hadn’t known growing up. If I looked back now, I could see that the signs had always been there.

My dad frowned and slowed his power-walking pace. “What makes you say that?”

I shrugged, suddenly feeling stupid. “It could be all in my head, I guess, but, she just doesn't seem like herself.”

“How so?”

“She's usually so… I don’t want to say bratty, but… yeah, kind of. Luna and I have always teased each other. She’s always been so sassy and fun and now she’s acting like some kind of Stepford sub. Everything is ‘Yes, Sir, No, Sir’ and I know that's not something I should be complaining about, but it just doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like her.” I sighed deeply. “I think I'm a bad Dom.”

Dad’s frown was deep as he weaved us around two runners on the path and sat down on a bench overlooking the water. I followed his lead and sat down next to him.

“What would make you say that? I have no doubt that it isn't true, but I want to know what is making you feel that way.”

I stared at my hands, still wrapped around my coffee cup and took a sip before answering. “I don't know. I think deep down I know I'm not, but sometimes I feel like such a fraud. Like everyone else is a better Dom than me. Like I'm too soft, like I'm not serious enough, like I'm not strict enough. I've always kind of had those thoughts, but since Luna and I actually got together, they've gotten a lot louder.”

“You know being a Dom isn't one size fits all right?”

I felt stupid even talking about this out loud. “I do, yeah. I know it's ridiculous but I can't help how I feel. And I just feel like I'm not good enough.”

“What does Luna have to say? Has she expressed a need for you to be stricter, harder, anything like that?”

“No. Not at all. She hasn’t said anything. She’s just acting weird.”

Dad frowned again and rubbed his chin, seeming to be choosing his next words carefully. “Could you maybe… feel like a fraud as a Dom because you're meant to be a Daddy?”

Just hearing the wordDaddyout of my father’s mouth made me uncomfortable, even though I knew it shouldn’t. My parents lived a more traditional, domestic discipline lifestyle, and weren’t active in any sort of community, online or otherwise, but they had a few friends in the lifestyle and they’d spent enough time here at the Ranch to know all about Littles and Daddies. Still, it felt weird.

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