Page 14 of Daddy's Tiny Little Dancer

And it’s all because of Daddy. It’s all because he loves me.

I love him so much.

I realize suddenly that that’s what I’ve been missing this entire time.

Love.

I love dancing. I really love it. Before Daddy, it was the thing I love most in this world. When I was in school, I didn’t dance for my teacher. I didn’t dance for my parents. I didn’t dance for my friends. I didn’t dance for my classmates. I didn’t even really dance for myself in the sense that I took any pride in what I did. I fantasized about people cheering for me but that was ancillary, like imagining a walk in the forest and thinking about passing other people along the way.

I danced because I love dancing and when I danced for no other reason than to dance, I wasn’t worried about rejection or failure or making mistakes. I was just enjoying the way it felt to move my body to music.

I’m going to prepare for this audition tomorrow. I’m going to apply for many more auditions, and I’m going to prepare for those auditions as well. I’m going to prepare in the best way possible.

I’m going to dance. I’m going to play music and I’m going to let my body express the story and the emotion of the music and I’m going to do it because I love it. I won’t think about whether or not I succeed. The success will come eventually. Failure and rejection are a part of success, but they’re not all of it.

The biggest part is love. Someone once said that if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. For the first time, I think I understand that.

Daddy and I cry out with our mutual orgasm and my focus turns from the pastime I love to the man I love—the one who made all of this possible.

“I love you, Daddy,” I say.

“I love you too, princess,” he says.

I smile and wrap my arms around him. His acceptance is all I care about and I have it.

I have my Daddy.

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Did you likeDaddy’s Tiny Little Dance? I have to admit, I like writing about relationships that start unexpectedly. I suppose there’s nothing more unexpected than a beautiful girl walking into the living room, right? Hunter is one of my favorite Daddies. I think I fell in love with him a little as I wrote this book. Of course, I also fell in love with Cady, of course. I can really identify with feeling like you’re not accomplishing what you’re supposed to accomplish. Of course, she’s well on her way now and she’s sure to be very happy with her wonderful Daddy.

What about Maddie, Cady’s friend?

Maddie has always been very responsible and worked hard at her family business. She can’t remember any time in her life when she didn’t expect to someday take over her parents’ hardware store. Now that the time is here, though, she feels panicked and overwhelmed. She longs for the kind of love and supports Cady gets from her Daddy. She’s particularly interested in Sly, one of Cady’s Daddy’s friends. She’s not a little girl but she wants to be. He’s a Daddy but he doesn’t have time for a little girl, no matter how much Maddie seems to be exactly the kind of little girl he wants. Can these two find a way to give it a shot when the stakes are happily ever after? Find out inDaddy’s Sexy Little Dynamo, the next exciting and steamy book in the always romantic and always sexyPlease Me Daddiesseries.

EPILOGUE

I take a breath and go through the movements without thinking about whether or not they’ll be done correctly or if I’ll be sluggish or anything like that. Instead, I focus only on the joy of dancing, how it makes me feel and how transformative it has been in my life. My degree in dance is a result of my love for dancing. It’s not just something to go on my resume and it’s not just something I do for approval. It’s something I have because I love dancing.

I just can’t ever allow myself to forget that again.

At the moment, I don’t forget it, but I don’t really remember it either. The music plays and though my eyes and ears are open, the lights fade, and the crowd’s voice disappears. The room around me fades and I am no longer here.

I’m in a forest on a frozen pond in the middle of winter. My body is cold, but my spirit is warm as I leap and twirl and express the delight of young Clara as she comes downstairs to see her nutcracker come to life. I turn and glide around the stage in fear as the mice appear and attack the gingerbread army and I revel in victory as the nutcracker vanquishes the mouse king and the attackers flee. I revolve around the floor in love and triumph as the nutcracker transforms into the handsome prince and carries me off to a life of happiness and joy.

I don’t hear the applause until the final note fades and the room coalesces around me. I am surprised by it at first, and it takes a moment for me to remember that I am not Clara but Cady and I am not in love with a magical nutcracker prince but a handsome real-life prince who, just as I imagined he would, stands at the front of the crowd, clapping and cheering and beaming with pride as I take my bows.

When the curtain falls, the audience still cheers, but I’ll be honest: I don’t really care about them. There’s only one person I care about and when he meets me backstage, I leap into his arms and wrap my arms and legs around him, kissing him and smiling as I realize that I’ve finally achieved the life of my dreams and it’s all thanks to him.

My love.

My Daddy.

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