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“No, Sir. The stoplight system is perfectly fine with me. I would worry that I would forget the word I was supposed to use, so the colors would be the easiest for me.”

Emmett nodded his head at her response, blew out a breath, and smiled at her.

“First, I want to know that you are okay with our conversation. Second, do I have your consent to the idea of me being your Daddy?”

Rae nodded her head at his inquiry.

“Do you have any other questions or concerns you want to go over tonight? If not, I would love to show you something else.”

Rae shook her head at his question.

“Remember, I need you to give me the words sweetheart.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m okay with that. I can’t think of any triggers or concerns that we need to discuss at this moment, but I would like the opportunity to review your limits list with a clear and rested mind and provide you with mine. Can we revisit this conversation in a few days once we have read over everything and have a discussion? ”

“We can definitely do that and I am very proud of you for seeing your limits currently and expressing those instead of continuing. Sir is fine for now, but one day soon I hope you will call me Daddy. Now come, let me show you a surprise I have for you.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

EMMETT

Emmett couldn’t believe that he had Rae at his home. It was even harder to believe that she wanted to be his. Grinning at his Little girl, he helped her to standing before leading them down the hallway with Lola following on their heels.

Yep, just like he figured Lola and Rae would be attached at the hip. Emmett had slowly been building the nursery for his future Little girl.

When he found Rae and decided that she would be his, he slowly started to add more things that he thought she would like. Emmett paused at the door before stepping to the side to let Rae walk in first.

He didn’t show her this room on their tour when they first got home, but that was because he didn’t know how the conversation they needed to have would go.

The small gasp that he heard fall from her lips eased any concern he had left about Rae being a Little.

He stood at the doorway and watched as his Little Duckling stood amazed in the center of the room looking around.

Emmett admired what he had done to the nursery and loved getting to see it through her eyes.

From the pale yellow walls with twinkle lights strung around the ceiling to the furniture that he had custom built for his future Little, Emmett hoped that Rae loved it as much as he did.

“Can I go explore?”

“Of course, Little one, it’s all yours after all.”

Emmett watched Rae start at the crib running her hands across the white oak before leaning down and touching the bedding below.

He watched her reaction to the bedding closely. The research that Emmett had done on Rae’s processing disorder mentioned textures of fabric could be a serious trigger for some people.

He didn’t know if that was a trigger for her, but Emmett made it his mission after that discovery to find the softest fabric for her room and clothes.

He wouldn’t allow his Little girl to suffer because he had something in her safe space that could possibly be a trigger to her.

“Is that okay, sweetheart?”

Rae turned and graced him with a big grin before he heard her reply,

“It is! It is! There was no yucky feelings at all. That has to be the softest bedding I have ever felt!”

Emmett watched as she continued her way around the room glancing at the changing table in the corner.

The table was the same white oak shade as the bed and was outfitted with everything he might need for his Little girl, no matter what age she might be.

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