I didn’t want our tea party to end, but it wasn’t like it was about to completely end for me because my Daddy was waiting for me in another room, and I hadn’t filled myself up on all the snacks here, so we could eat together.
I gave each of my friends a big bear hug before leaving, and took under advice their comments about making cherry pie for the dessert competition. I still had months before that, and it was a necessary thought to occupy myself with, otherwise, I would’ve been searching the website for the alpaca livestock. I was desperate to get some friends in there for my current two. Shelby and Aaron. They were a cute couple, but they were not going to have little furballs anytime soon. Probably in protest for needed more friends who weren’t goats and chickens.
Daddy wasn’t in the bedroom, but there was a little note on the made bed, alongside some clothes laid out for me.
‘I’ll be downstairs. Come join me when you’re ready for dinner, and put these on.’
They were my adult clothes, and while I narrowed my eyes at them, underneath, he’d given me my cute tank top with‘Daddy’s Boy’on it and maybe the tightest pink pair of briefs I owned. I hadn’t even packed them. I jumped onto the bed giggling before realizing I was now creasing up the nicely arranged shirt.
It felt like that scene from the Titanic where Rose walks down the big stairs and sees Jack at the bottom of them. Daddy Lorenzo was right there at the foot of the stairs, almost like he was knew I was coming down them.
“Just in time,” he said, taking my hand. He bowed his head and gave my hand a kiss. “I knew you could take direction well. Look at how well you listened. We’ve got a table.”
The B&B had one large table in a dining room, but they also had a small alcove area with some intimate table settings. There was only one table set with a candle lit and a small vase of roses in the center.
“Feels like you’re about to propose,” I said. “And I wanna say, before you do, maybe we should wait.”
He chuckled. “I know I move quick, but I’m not about to race you down the aisle to the alter,” he said, pulling a seat out for me. “I’m just showing you off to the world.”
The B&B wasn’t completely booked, but I liked that he’d put some thought into it. This was the world for us, filled with all the people we knew and cared about—at least, that was right for me, I was still trying to figure out who the man behind the cowboy hat was, and little by little, I was getting my peek behind it. I liked what I saw.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you more,” he said, taking his seat. “I’ve also took the pleasure of pre-ordering our meals. It’s something very special. You’ll be pleased.” He winked. “I’m sure of it, baby.”
Weak in the knees, I pressed them together before I turned to Jell-O and collapsed on the ground, or worse, jumped across the table to get at him. That would’ve been dangerous for a number of reasons, least of all the candle, but more so because I wouldn’t be able to control myself from riding him to completion in front of anyone who passed by.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You’ll have to wait,” he said. “I got some fruit wine, it’s local stuff, it’s kinda nice too.”
My eyes lit up at the bottle. “Oh my god, I love this stuff.”
“It’s an adult juice box, or so Elijah told me to call it,” he said. “We kinda talked about the dynamics and stuff. I’m still learning, so forgive me if I’m wrong about anything.”
“I like it, adult juice boxes sound just what I like.”
Ezekiel served us the chilled wine as we continued to talk. I hadn’t noticed him appear at first, the candlelight made it feel like we were alone together, like we were back home on the small dining table, except, I didn’t have my coloring mat to draw his portrait as he stared at me.
As soon as dinner was served, I realized why he’d preordered it for me. It was a special menu. It was little friendly. On a plate, I had dinosaur shapes, mashed potatoes, dino spaghetti shapes in sauce, and little peas on top of the mash like they were asteroids coming down from space to destroy the dinos.
I sat back in awe. “I gotta take a picture of this.” I barely looked across at what he had, it was some type of fish and potatoes dish.
“I was lucky they had all of this in there, otherwise I was prepared to take a trip into town for it,” he said. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I hope you haven’t planed anything for dessert,” I said, looking up at him with a wry smile.
“Well, they have ice cream sundaes, I figured we could share one of those,” he said. “I assumed you would’ve had your fill at your gathering. Am I right?”
“So many cakes, you could prod my belly and probably feel it all.”
He bit his lip lightly. “I think I prefer to prod it from the inside, which I’ll save for later.”Twice in one day, we were on vacation. I slipped my leg between his. He kept mine in place with his knees together. “You’re not getting that back now. It’s mine.”
“I’m all yours,” I whispered.
“Good boy.”
My leg twitched at the phrase, almost ready to yank him closer. “Thank you, Daddy.”
