Page 27 of Daddy's Little Fighter
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, has it?” Daddy softly spoke.
Her eyes went wide. “H-how?”
“I saw you the first time, or at least I think it was the first time. I figured you didn’t want me to see, so I didn’t say anything. I wanted you to tell me at your own pace, but someone encouraged me to talk to you the next time I saw you,” Daddy explained. “I never want you to feel like you are a disappointment or are going to let me down.”
“But it’s so hard,” she whispered, even more tears filling her eyes. “I want to be perfect for you. I want you to be proud of me.”
“Oh, Little One,” he cooed at her. “I am proud of you. You can ask the other owners and Dominic. I talk about how proud I am of you every single day. I’m sorry you don’t feel like you have been. I’ll do better about reminding you.”
Daddy wiped away the tears from her cheeks.
“I also want you to know that I don’t want you to be perfect. I want you to be who you are, flaws and all,” Daddy gently said. “None of us is perfect. I don’t want you to think that you have to be perfect for me.”
She nodded.
“Now, anytime you have this urge, come and get me. We can do it together. You don’t have to do everything alone. And if you aren’t ready to go out the next time, that is fine,” Daddy reminded her. “We are going at your pace. Sure, sometimes I may push you a little, like I have before. But if you ultimately don’t want to leave the house, we won’t.”
“Push me?” She looked at him weirdly.
When had he pushed her to do something?
“Going to the club those two times,” Daddy said. “The first time was really a rush since we had to get the stuff sortedout, but the last time wasn’t. I didn’t have to go, but it made everything so much easier if I did.”
Frankie didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry if you’re mad at me.” Daddy wiped away the last tear that fell. “I didn’t mean to bend the truth.”
“I’m not mad,” she mumbled.
Frankie was anything but mad. She was a little confused as to why he felt that he had to keep it from her, but that day had proved a lot. She had gone out of his office without him and then had three other people in the office who weren’t her Daddy. She got to throw plates on the ground and let all her emotions out.
“You aren’t?”
Frankie shook her head. “I’m not mad at you. It was a really good day, even with everything that happened.”
She had also gotten to eat two cookies. That was a highlight of her day. Trent’s famous cookies.
“I’m glad. Next time, I’ll let you know upfront so I’m not keeping it from you.” Daddy kissed her forehead and then her lips.
“And next time I have the urge to go outside, I’ll come and get you,” she promised.
“Good.” He smiled.
They stood there for several seconds, just looking at each other. It wasn’t as scary, telling him as she thought it was going to be. She should have known that Daddy would understand and not be sad or disappointed, but Frankie couldn’t help but let those emotions overtake her. Her emotions seemed to be out of whack recently.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Daddy sprang on her.
“Yes?” she hesitantly replied.
She didn’t like it when Daddy said he needed to talk to her. It made it seem like she was in trouble.
“There is nothing wrong. I want you to take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Good girl,” he purred.
“What is it?” she asked. “I don’t really like it when you say you need to talk to me and then don’t say anything. It makes me panic a little.”
Just feeling her sweaty hands was enough to show how worried she got.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. Next time I’ll make sure you know it’s nothing bad.” Daddy kissed her forehead. “I wanted to talk to you about meeting up with two other Littles that go to the club.”
