Page 47 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“I’ll work a few in. I know you want to be the best little babysitter ever to Livvy but I don’t want caring for her to crimp your social life.”

I wriggle around until I can stand in the circle of his arms and look up at him. “Do you remember when we met?”

“Of course, baby doll. It wasn’t that long ago and Daddy didn’t lose that many brain cells to being whacked over the head.”

I reach up, run my fingertips tenderly over the scar on his forehead, and swallow against the lump that swells in my throat. “In less than six months, you’ve changed everything for me. I had friends in Syracuse. Good friends. But nothing like now. Gracie tried to understand my littleness but I didn’t feel safe enough to tell any of my other friends about it. I was always hiding. Now I can live my truth every day. I can have blanket-fort sleepovers. I can have dragon-costume-making parties. Ihavea real social life because of you. A social life where I can finally be myself.”

Logan blinks rapidly, then scoops me up against his chest and kisses me breathless.

When Daddy finally lets me breathe, I turn my head to check on Livvy. She’s made her way around the group to Max, who is blowing raspberries on her knuckles to elicit her gummy grin.

“I think Max will make a good daddy to more than Cynnie,” I whisper to my daddy.

Logan nods. “I should have realized it when he took that kid who lives in his building under his wing. Maxie’s a natural.”

I squeeze him tightly. “You’re a natural, too. Listening to you sing to Livvy when you were giving her a bath made me tear up.”

Logan grins. “Was my voice really that bad?”

I squeeze him harder. “You know that’s not why.”

“I used to sing to Lizbeth when she had nightmares. I’d forgotten all about that until I was bathing Livvy.” His Adam’s apple works as he swallows hard. “It brought back some memories. Good and bad.”

I know Daddy still feels conflicted about the feelings he had for his sister when he was an adolescent. I’m fine with them. They were the feelings that led him to being an amazing Dom. He focused on his sister because she was naturally submissive to her big brother but he hasn’t carried the sexual feelings he had for her over into adulthood. Only the shame, poor Daddy.

Having talked about adolescent kink experiences with other Doms and littles in playgroup, I’m glad it was his sister. He loved her so much he never would have hurt her, no matter how strong his feelings became. If anything, having those feelings taught Logan how to control his worst impulses and to compartmentalize. A lot of other people weren’t as lucky and their initial DD/lg experiences were bad enough to givemenightmares.

“When we’re alone, if you’d like to tell me about those memories, I’d like to listen,” I offer.

“Thank you, sweetie. I will.”

A whimper from Livvy has Max trotting her back to Daddy double-time, which makes me giggle. Everyone wants to hold the baby until she starts crying. I check the time. It’s thirty minutes until her scheduled feed but she’s probably thirsty.

After she’s had half of the bottle, I sit and rock her car seat on the table. She dozes while I talk with Aggie, Matty, Yummy,Amy, and a very excited Sammi, who has lots of questions about the gold Matty found. Mostly about where it is now and whether she got to keep any of it. He looks utterly crestfallen when Matty tells him it all got turned over to the British and Norwegian governments with the finder’s fee going to the company who financed her dig.

“You didn’t even keep one piece?” Sammi moans.

“They’re historical artifacts, Sammi,” Matty explains. “They need to be studied and taken care of in museums.”

“One leeetle piece?” Sammi asks.

Matty shakes her head, grinning.

Faolan puts his hands on Matty’s shoulders and kisses the top of her curly head. “She got to keep the clue her father left, which is the most important thing, isn’t it, imp?”

Matty tips her head back and smiles at her daddy. “Well, the box of gold bars would have been nice.”

Sammi’s jaw nearly hits the picnic table. “Theboxof gold bars?”

Matty nods. “Uh-huh. Big box.”

“Thebigbox of gold bars,” Sammi whimpers.

“Tell us more about the Ark,” I say.

“The Ark.” Sammi’s eyes go round. “The Ark of the Covenant?”

Matty laughs. “It wasn’t the Ark. It was a gold altar. Well, a gold-platedaltar. The Nazi scientists and occultists who used Miller’s Island were conducting some very strange pseudo-scientific rituals designed to create an ultimate weapon. Fortunately, they werenotsuccessful.”

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