Page 51 of Tinley's Daddy
“Aw, Tinley, you did such a good job looking after her and keeping her safe inside, but she was still there.” He tapped my chest. “And you took such good care of her, now she feels safe and wants to take care of you.”
“You think she feels safe?” I removed my hands from his and sat them in my lap.
Josh sat back with his hands on his thighs.
“I’d like to think she does. I made a promise to you, Tinley, and I made it to your little, too.” Josh leaned forward. “I’m not saying you have to be little. I will care about you and care for you whether you ever decide to be little again.”
“But you’re a Daddy Dom.” My heart raced. “Not that you want to be my Daddy or anything. Or that I’d want you to be my Daddy. I mean…” I hid my face with my hands.
He sat his hands on my legs.
“Tinley.” He squeezed.
I shook my head.
“Please look at me.”
I lowered my hands but just below my eyes. He had such a handsome face, and his lips curled up at the ends.
“I am a Daddy Dom, and it would be my honor to take care of you and your little, but I would be one regardless.” He took my left hand in his. “And being little has nothing to do with having a Daddy, right?”
“I guess.”
“You told me you and Damon almost broke up because you weren’t sure he would accept your little.” He took my other hand. “You stood up for your little then. Why not stand up for her now?”
“Because they wanted me to be little.”
“But you weren’t little.” He nodded. “Not for them. They didn’t get to see that precious side of you.”
“She did come out sometimes. When I was alone in the dark.” I sighed. “She helped me when I needed her.”
“I think the reason she is so insistent on making her presence known is because she needs you now.” Josh spoke in hushed tones. “Is there something you used to do when you wanted to feel little?”
With Damon, I was little all the time. At least that was how it felt. Something about the way he looked at me made me feel little. But he wasn’t here.
“You can make me.” I sat up. “Use your Daddy Dom voice.”
“You want me to make you act little?” Josh chuckled. “I don’t think it works like that, Tinley. Does your little have a nickname?”
“Little Lee.”
Josh laughed. “I like it.”
“I like it when you call me sweet T.” I pulled my legs up and sat crisscross on the bed. “It’s like sweet and T for Tinley.”
“Okay, well, any little girl needs like a bazillion nicknames. Am I right?” He scooted closer. “What else? What did your little like to play with?”
“She likes to draw.” I looked around the room. “I always carried a sketch pad with me everywhere I went.”
“Okay, and did Little Lee have special outfits or a stuffie she liked to sleep with?”
“Yep.” I popped the P. “I like dogs. I can draw any type of dog. I wanted a dog, and we were going to get one when we got back. But…”
And then I remembered. And my little ran away. I frowned.
“Hey, sweetie.” Josh sat next to me and hugged me. “It’s okay. Baby steps. Okay?”
“It’s so hard.” I laid my head on his chest.
