“Yes, Sir.” Lacy sighed as she moved into the corner with her stuffie hugged tight to her chest.
“No moving or the time will start over,” he said when she wiggled and shifted.
With that, her body froze. He wasn’t sure she was even breathing.
“You can breathe, sweetheart. But no moving around.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He watched for half a minute before moving away. He quickly dressed, keeping one eye on her as he pulled on a new Daddy Dom t-shirt he’d been gifted and his jeans. He didn’t bother with socks, and just slipped on his sneakers. Checking the clock, he moved to the side of the bed and sat down with asigh. His feet were letting him know that they did not appreciate spending six hours in cowboy boots.
“All right, Lacy-girl, come give Daddy a hug,” he said when his phone alarm sounded that time was up.
It surprised him how much of a challenge it was for him to wait the full ten minutes and not call her out early. He caught her when she raced across the room and threw herself at him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to shove that lady who was touching you. And Snowball and I are sorry we tickled you awake,” she said, looking panicked. “You’re not going to give up on us, are you?”
“Give up on us?” he repeated, wondering if maybe he’d given her too much time in the corner to think. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I messed up today,” Lacy whispered as tears filled her eyes. In the next moment she buried her face in his chest so he could only see the top of her head.
He leaned back and tried to find her face, but her hair was in the way. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
It took a minute, but she finally tilted her head so he could see her face.
“I love you, Lacy Grey. You’re my Little girl and I’m not going to give up on you unless you don’t want to be mine. Do you still want to be my Little girl, even though we can’t live together?”
Not Yet. But soon, he hoped.
Lacy blinked as he wiped the trails of tears from her cheeks. “I want to be yours. I love you.”
“Good. Then let’s get you changed and go get some dinner.”
She nodded her agreement and crawled from his lap. It only took a few minutes to get her changed into the t-shirt she’d bought that afternoon that hadDaddy’s Girlon the front in sparkly pink script.
“I want you to stay close to Daddy when we go downstairs. I don’t want anyone else to try and steal you away,” he said, earning a giggle from his Little girl who skipped down the hall by his side, holding her tablet close to her chest.
Chapter 22
“I don’t want you to go,” Lacy said the next morning as she turned into the airport.
They’d spent the night talking and napping between sexy explorations and orgasms, but now it was time to say goodbye. Drake had a plane to catch and she needed to drive home and start editing the hundreds of pictures she’d taken over the past few days.
“I know, Lacy-girl,” Drake said patting her thigh. “It won’t be long before we’re together again. I promise.”
But how could he say that? They lived so far apart and lived different lives.
Lacy blinked, trying to keep her tears contained, but it was a losing battle. When they reached the drop-off point for his airline, she turned off the car and hopped out, not caring about the no parking sign she’d stopped beside. Racing around the front of the car, she threw herself at her Daddy.
Traffic was slow so she was able to hug on him for several minutes while he reassured her that this was not the end of their story.
Finally Lacy pulled herself together and stepped back. It was time to let him go. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, little girl,” he said as he pulled his suitcase out of the back seat. “Now drive safely and text me when you get home. And do not speed.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
With one last quick hug, she forced herself to walk away. By the time she was in the driver’s seat with her seatbelt fastened, Drake had disappeared out of sight through the sliding glass doors.
