Page 18 of Mommy Calls Me Princess

“I hate the idea of spending all our time indoors. How long are we here for? Will there be time to play tourist?”

“Absolutely. Right now, we have four days of surf and sand, but if we need more that can be arranged.” Darcy tilted her head to the side, deep in thought. I took advantage of her perfect pose, nibbling along her jaw and down her neck.

“Mmm, Mommy. You make it hard to think when you do that.”

“Do I now?” As much as I’d love to strip my beautiful girl down and cherish every inch of her body, she needed food and rest more. “Dinner, my love?”

“Let’s order in, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is,” I pressed my lips to her neck again, triggering an idea. “Princess, would you do something for mommy and I don’t mean tonight?”

“Anything for you.”

This girl owned every inch of me. “Next time you wear lipstick would you press those perfect lips to a piece of paper for me please.”

She glanced up at me like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had, but the end result would make sense and I’d always carry a piece of my princess with me. “Yes?”

I smiled. “That’s my good girl. Mommy’s gonna order our food while you relax.”

Her long blonde locks blew in the breeze. Those beautiful blue eyes conveyed a love that ran deep and rendered me breathless. Darcy’s trust and faith in me meant everything. The choice to come get her was quite possibly rash, but the second she’d relaxed in my arms in Armando’s cabin assured me I’d chosen correctly.

She needed me, but little did she know I needed her just as much.

While we waited for the food, I unpacked her luggage, tucked the suitcases in the closet, then placed her stuffies on the bed. Her backpack with all her toys, I sat on the couch where’d she’dlikely have most of her play time. By the time I had everything situated, the food arrived.

“Evening, Miss. Where would you like it set up?”

“Out on the balcony, please.” Which was where we found my princess, curled up in a deck chair napping.

“Princess, dinner’s here.” Hopefully she’d make it through the meal, then a quick bath, and it was off to bed for her. Poor thing.

“’Kay, Mommy.”

She stretched and wiped her eyes, then sluggishly walked to the table. I signed the bill and added a handsome tip for the waiter. “Mommy kept it simple for her tired princess.”

“Yummy, nuggies and fries. Thank you, Mommy.”

It was the right decision to declare tomorrow a lazy day. Rest and relaxation was what Dr. Mommy ordered for her princess.

“Alright, sweet girl, thank you for at least eating your nuggets.” Half her fries remained, but with the continual yawns and half lidded eyes, I wasn’t pushing it. “Let’s get you in the tub then tucked into bed.”

“’Kay, Mommy.”

That said it all. My girl was a tubby time loon and generally stripped as she ran through the room giggling. Not tonight though. “Hold onto my shoulders, sweetheart while I get you undressed.” The tub filled beside us. I’d added bubbles, but even that didn’t wake her. “Okay, let’s get you washed. We’ll do your hair tomorrow night.”

“’Mkay.”

It was the quickest bath in history, but given standing on her own wasn’t completely possible, I had her washed and in her jammies in record time. “Alright, my love, lets tuck you in.”

She crawled under the bedding, and I tucked her stuffies in beside her. “Kisses, Mommy.” I gave my sleepy girl kisses and as soon as her head touched the pillow she was out.

Unable to resist, I ran my finger through her hair and thanked whoever was listening for bringing my girl to me. I feared for what may’ve happened to her mental well-being had I put this off any longer. She was home now, more or less, but either way she was with me where I was able to keep her safe and happy.

Once the dishes were removed, I locked up, showered, and joined my baby girl. After I lay down and wrapped her tightly in my arms, I sighed. Completely content. Until this very moment it hadn’t hit me just how mentally exhausted I too had been.

The most amazing sound woke me the next morning—my sweet girl giggling as she twirled my hair around her fingers.

“Mommy’s gonna have ringlets if you keep doing that, sweetheart.” Naturally curly hair was both a blessing and a curse at times. “How do you feel?”

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