“Then we focus on that instead. I want you, Olivia, exactly like you are. All the bumps, scrapes, and scars-both physical and mental. I want every piece of you. Just you, Olivia.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Baby do you think maybe it’s time to talk to someone about these thoughts and feelings?”
“Like a shrink?”
“Yes, a therapist, baby. Like I said, there’s only so much I can do as your Daddy. I think a professional might help you tremendously.”
“I’m scared Daddy. I don’t want them to look at me strangely or think I’m a freak. And what if I fell into Littlespace while talking about it all? Then it will be even worse. No, no, no. I don’t think I can do that.”
“What if I told you that I know someone in the lifestyle? Someone who wouldn’t bat an eye at you playing in Littlespace during your session, if that’s what helped you work through it all.”
“There’s people out there like that?”
“Yes, there are, sweetie. I know just the person and I think that you would like her.”
He watched her work through her thoughts. Miles would never force her to go to therapy.
They could continue to do as they have been these past few weeks, but he really believes, with just a little help, she might be able to overcome this one day.
“I’ll do it. I’ll talk to the therapist, but only if you are there with me. I don’t want to face it alone.”
“As long as I am still breathing, you will never be alone again, Olivia Mae. I promise that Daddy will do whatever he needs to be with you.”
Olivia gave him the smile that he has been longing to see for weeks now. He didn’t think that he would ever see it again and his heart soared at the sight of her beaming up at him.
Quickly finishing up dressing her for the day, she picked out fuzzy light green leggings paired with a long sleeve shirt with Daddy’s lucky charm and striped socks, Miles set her on the floor kissing her head before heading into the kitchen to make some breakfast.
They were making progress with introducing solid food back into her diet. The current request every morning was a bowl of cheesy grits and a piece of lightly toasted bread.
Miles chuckled at the memory he had of Olivia telling him that he toasted the bread too much. Apparently, there was a difference between lightly toasted, golden toasted, and crispy toasted. She taught him just the right way to make her toast that day.
Pulling out his phone, he shot off a text to a friend of his that he knew from attending the BDSM club a few towns over.
Miles: Hey Cleo! It’s Miles. Do you have a second to talk?
Cleo: Long time no talk! Missed you at the club dude. There’s quite a few Littles that would love a chance to play with Uncle M.
Cleo was a Mommy and has been searching for her perfect Little boy for awhile now.
Miles: Yeah, I’ll have to make my way there one night. I’m sure Olivia would love to play in the playroom with all the other Littles.
Cleo: Emmett had mentioned you finally found your Little girl. I’m so happy for you!
Miles: That’s actually why I was reaching out. I could use some help of the professional kind.
Cleo: Alright, what’s up?
Miles: A little over a month ago, Olivia was kidnapped and held captive by her ex and he abused her for over a week before we found her.
Cleo: Oh, no ! That’s horrible, Miles.
Miles: That’s not even the worst part. Before he died he managed to inflict one more wound on her that will last forever.
Cleo: I’m almost scared to ask, but what happened.
Miles: She can no longer have kids.
