Page 253 of Santa Daddies
Alice:
You already know my big secret.
Anson:
Fair enough. How long have you known you were a Little?
Hmm.
Alice:
My parents died when I was twenty-four and for weeks after, I would hug Lola and cry while sucking my thumb. I had to deal with so much on my own during the day and when I got back to my apartment, I’d sink into Little headspace. Even though I didn’t really know what it was. It was months later when I thought to start doing some research and discovered that I was a Little.
Anson:
How long after that did you meet George?
Alice:
About a year after the death of my parents. I was still so sad and the only time I didn’t think about them was when I was in Little headspace. I wasn’t brave enough to go searching for a club or other Littles and definitely not a Daddy.
Anson:
You told George?
Alica:
Ha, no. We dated for eight months and then I moved in with him. On the anniversary of my parents’ death, I regressed into Little headspace. I became non-verbal and I think he got a fright or something. When I came out of it, he was so angry with me. He was so . . . embarrassed by me. We almost broke up. Now, I wish we had.
Somehow, it was almost easier to talk to him by text message. To tell him all of this. It didn’t feel so humiliating.
Anson:
Bastard should have helped you through that not gotten mad or upset with you.
Yes. And she wished she’d been strong enough to leave him after that. Instead of spending years with him, letting him push her down, make her small so he could feel big.
Alice:
I wasted so much of my life on him.
Her phone rang and she saw that it was a video call. Shoot. Did she look all right? She had no time to go to a mirror and check.
At least she was warm so her teeth were no longer chattering. She’d managed to find some smaller bits of wood among the firewood that Joey had delivered. Thank goodness!
The living area was now toasty warm, the bedrooms not so much. So she’d made herself a bed on the sofa. This way, she could also keep the fire going all night. Although she was worried about her wood supply running out.
Putting a smile on her face, she answered it. “Hi.”
He frowned at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Um, you know, when someone says hi you’re supposed to say hi back.”
Shit.
Why did she say that? No one liked a smart mouth.
No one thinks you are funny, Alice. When you speak like that they just think you’re rude.
