Page 10 of Their Perfect Daddy

Thankfully, there’s an easy and somewhat obvious solution: I’ll get him a gift card.

A quick Google search gives me a few different places I can order from. I choose gift cards from two of them and set them to deliver anonymously to the store in discreet packaging. Once that’s done, I visit another site just to be sure I’m not missing out on anything. As I’m scrolling the page, my curiosity is triggered by a pair of funny socks. They have a toaster on them with the words “let’s get toasted” underneath.

I snicker as I scroll through the other options. It’s only as I explore the rest ofA Little’s Designsthat I notice something I hadn’t before.

This site isn’t your typical clothing store. In fact, the socks that caught my attention are the most vanilla of the items offered.

I say vanilla because there is definitely something kinky going on here. Onesies, bottles, diapers, and an array of bibs fill my screen as the words “new arrivals” flashes across the top banner of the page.

Part of me wants to close the page and chalk it up to nothing. But another part of me is curious. What do people do with this kind of stuff?

Their FAQ link beckons me. I click it before I can talk myself out of being too nosey.

The owner of the site uses the top of the page to talk about the ordering process and how returns work. It’s all very standard at first glance. It’s not until I scroll further down that I see the Little personality quiz.

On a whim, I decide to take it. Three minutes and a near panic attack later, I get an answer.

Apparently I’m a Middle.

Now I have to figure out what that means.

The site gives me a brief description. Still, it’s not enough for my desperate need to understand myself better. I feel like I’ve fallen down the hole into Wonderland.

Same as Alice, I find myself wanting to explore and learn everything I can. Who knows how this is going to change my life? Better to get all the facts before I make any changes.

Plus, this might affect the stuff with Danny.

Oh, shit.

Danny.

Thinking of him and how he’ll feel about my apparent kink status is worrisome. While he might be the type to wear lace underwear, it doesn’t mean he’ll embrace whatever the heck I’ve got going on.

The only way to truly know is to ask him. Maybe if I get back in his good graces, I’ll find a way to bring it up.

Until then, I’ve got decades worth of Tumblr posts, a few Reddit groups to explore, and possibly an entirely new life to discover.

CHAPTER 4

DANNY

Iwill be perfectly fine if I never attend another football related party in my life. It’s supremely embarrassing to know one of my favorite players, a man whom I have been crushing on for ages, not only saw me in my underwear, but he also thought it was disgusting.

Yeah,no.

Makes for a not so fun time.

Since I’m not sure how close Micah and Monty really are, I keep myself busy for the several days following the party. Everything Micah and I talk about is work related. I don’t let a single thing slip through the cracks.

It all works great. Business is good, and I feel confident enough time has passed for him to not drop a“so you and the lace, huh?”type of comment.

Except I realize that in the midst of my inner crisis, I might be missing something with my friend. His behavior has always been professional when we’re at work. Somehow, it’s become even more so.

And the man is checking his phone relentlessly. He must be waiting for someone to text him back. It makes me wonder…

“What’s going on with you?” I ask him one day when it all becomes too much.

As I suspected he would, his body goes tight. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

---