What she and Daddy did were different. She craved the punishment and correction that he gave her.
It helped remind her that she was alive and that she was loved and cared for. There wasn’t much now that Olivia got away with, but she was okay with that, even when her bottom was sore.
“A long time ago, Daddy asked me, during one of our many rounds of twenty-one questions, what I would want to do if I had the chance to chase after my dream career. I’ve dreamed since running from David about being a social worker whospecializes in battered women and children. I want to help be the light for them during their dark times and remind them that they aren’t alone. I always felt so alone those first few months.”
“I think that this is an amazing idea, Olivia. You have an insight into the trauma that they are facing and can help them through it in ways that others can’t. Have you brought this back up with your Daddy?”
Olivia sighed. She knew that she should have mentioned it to him a while ago, but it always seemed like such a stupid dream to have.
There was no way she could become a social worker. It just wasn’t in the cards for her and that was okay.
“I’m safe to assume that you haven’t talked to Miles about any of this based on your reaction to my question.”
Refusing to look Auntie C in the eyes, she picked up her teacup and fiddled with it in her hands.
“You have some homework to do before our next session.”
Olivia’s eyes flew up to see hers widening at the idea of having homework. She didn’t want to do homework.
“I want you to talk to your Daddy about your dreams and about how you see your future going. You can tell him about how you want to go to college and how, if you ever wanted to have kids in the future, you would like to research with him the different ways to make that happen.”
Yeah, Olivia was right. She didn’t want to do this homework at all. Glaring at Auntie C, she made it known that she wasn’t happy at all about this new development.
“Little girl, while I might be here as a friend, don't forget that I am still a Mommy and I won’t tolerate disrespect.”
Olivia quickly fixed her face and gave Auntie C what she hoped was the sweetest smile she could muster up.
She did not want to find out what would happen if Mommy C cameout to play.
“Do you think you can handle having those conversations with Miles?”
“Handle it? Yes, I think I can do that. Wanting to have it? No, not at all. I will though, because this is another step in the direction of my new future and that future will always involve Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, I think that’s enough heavy talk for now, let’s finish up our cupcakes and maybe we squeeze in one fashion show before I have to leave for my next appointment.”
Olivia grinned at Auntie C before downing the rest of her tea and finishing off her cupcake.
It had beenseveral days since talking with Auntie C and Olivia still hadn’t talked to Daddy about what she wanted for her future.
Every time she convinced herself that she could do it, she would chicken out.
Time was running out and Olivia knew that she just needed to get it over with. Daddy wasn’t going to be upset about the conversation, so she had no reason to continue to push it off.
“I want to be a social worker,” she blurted out one night while Daddy was helping give her a bath.
So maybe that wasn’t the best time for her to bring it up, but the words were out there now and there was no taking them back.
She felt Daddy’s hands still for a moment before he continued to wash her hair.
“Okay, Little Bunny. We can make that happen.”
“That’s it? I’ve been so worried about having thisconversation with you and all you have to say is that we can make that happen.”
“Olivia, I always want the best for you. I want to push you to follow your dreams and if being a social worker is one of your dreams, well then we will make that happen.”
“Wow, okay. Well then, yes Daddy. I want to be a social worker. I want to be able to help women like me.”
“I love you, my Little Bunny, and I’m proud of you. I’ll support whatever your heart wants.”
