Page 23 of Lakeside Little
“Ok, but you would come to my place too, right?”
“Of course, new locations are always important for the social media stories.”
He reached across the table to take my hand. “And what about for you?”
“Important for me too, as long as you’re there.”
“I’ve only got a couple days left until I’m leaving here, I don’t want to go back to reality.”
I squeezed his hand. “We don’t have to,” I said. “We can make our own reality. It’s what I do, and I’m very happy.”
He leaned in and kissed my hand. “You are the cutest, I’ll try and take that on board, but one of us has to have our feet planted in the earth.”
“Then you should definitely take on that role,” I said. “Because I would like to be in the clouds, flying high with the imagination fairies, and all my dolls who have their own unique and distinctive voices, even if at sometimes a little annoying.”
He kissed my hand again before rubbing his stubble against me. “Also, I’m going to keep leaving little love bites on you, if that’s ok.”
“I figured you were marking me, your Daddy mark.”
“Exactly. It’s so I can differentiate you from a sea of littles.”
“Good, because once they all smell the Daddy on you, they will try and get you.”
“And how will they?” he asked.
My brows came together as I looked at him in slight concern. “We’ve just been talking about it,” I said. “You’re goingto start making doll houses and littles aka most of my audience are going to be going crazy for their own custom castle.”
Daddy sat back in his chair, nodding slightly. “Ok, well, let’s not too ahead of ourselves. Yours is first, just to make sure it’s something I can do.”
I had no doubt he could, and I would need to mark him as well. This Daddy was mine.
10. DIEGO
Jack filled me with confidence, which had waned after losing my job. It wasn’t his responsibility to give me my confidence back, and I’m not even sure if he even knew that’s what he was doing when he sang my praises for fixing his doll house. Anyone would’ve done it, but this was special because I saw something in him that I hadn’t seen for a while, and it reflected something back on me, again, unseen for a long time.
His designs were going to be a large undertaking, but I would never tell him that. I knew that as a little, the last thing I would ever do as a Daddy is crush his dreams. I was going to do everything possible to bring his dreams to reality, and lucky for him, I wasn’t just a Daddy who was good with his hands, I was also committed and a little too strong willed sometimes.
Another early morning, another pancake breakfast ready on the table. I’d finished one coffee before Jack’s sleepy head came wandering out of the bedroom. He was pulled the entire comforter along with him, all the way out of the bedroom until he dropped it seeing me sat at the table, building a little something with all the popsicle sticks we’d gone through. I’d fished them out of the recycling, and I was trying to see what I could do to bring his drawing to life. So far, it wasn’t looking great.
“I know, the proportions are off, but in my defense, I’m eyeballing it,” I said.
“Wow,” he said. “You’ve even got the roof on it.” He reached out.
“Don’t,” I said. “The wood glue is still drying, but it opens up. Or it should. I’m not sure if the hinge mechanism is working, but we’ll see. I guess there’s only one way to find out. Anway,” I said, rushing around the table, I pulled out a chair for him.“You’re just in time. These are fresh off the griddle.” I presented the fluffy pancakes in front of him and immediately was greeted by the gurgle of his belly.
“Wow. I don’t want you to leave,” he said, looking up at me with those big eyes. “I mean, I know you have to go home, but what if you left when I do.”
“I—I—”
“I mean, you can stay here with me until I’m supposed to leave, you’re barely using your cabin anyway,” he said, batting his lashes. “Only if you want to. I’m really ok if you want to go home early, but—”
“I don’t want to leave early, I’m more than happy to stay a couple extra days, besides, we still haven’t been to the petting zoo at the ranch yet, and I kinda wanted to see those alpacas,” I said.
Jack became giddy, shaking on the chair and clapping his hands. “Then it’s settled, you’ll stay here, and we can enjoy more time together.”
“And today, we can head to the ranch,” I said. “I searched them online and they make their own goat cheese, have you ever had goat cheese?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t know goats made cheese.”
