She pulled her phone from her pocket and showed me the ad.
“Is allla the cars!”
Laughing, she stroked my face. “I see that. Would you like to go?”
“Yas-huh! Please!”
“Okay. We’ll go after you finish breakfast.”
“I all done,” I said, trying to climb off the chair.
“Lennon Grace,” she scolded, making my freshly spanked butt tighten.
“Yes, Ma’am?”
“We have plenty of time. Finish your breakfast.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I gulped.
***
“I dun has nothing to wear,” I said after Kay and I had taken a shower together. I’d been wearing Kay’s shirt. I was surprised by how much I liked wearing her clothes.
“I think I have some things you might like.”
“Your clothes?” I asked, perking up at the idea.
“Not my clothes, but I think you’re still going to think they’re extra special.” She took my hand and led me from her room, down the hall, and to another room. “I’ve been working on this nursery for my future Little girl for a while, and I’m so gladyou’re here now, Little one.” She pushed open the door and led me into the beautiful room.
“I know you’ll like the color,” she teased as I studied the bright-pink walls.
There was a crib, bookshelf, changing table, toybox, and rocking chair that were all pristine white. The crib had a beautiful quilt that was colored with various shades of pink. There was a large hot-pink rug in the middle of the floor that matched the walls. Curtains that matched the quilt covered the large window. “It’s beautiful Daddy!” I exclaimed, hugging her tightly.
“I can really use this when I’m here?” It seemed unreal. I’d gone from being lonely and single to having Daddyanda nursery in a short amount of time.
“You can, baby. It’s all for you,” Daddy said, giving me a kiss on my mouth. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Chapter Eight
Kay
I wasn’t sure I’d ever had so much fun in my life. Watching Lennon run from car to car and explain every detail to me was absolutely fucking precious. She had her pink mustang tucked into the pocket of the dress she’d chosen from her closet in the nursery and that alone was enough to melt anyone's heart.
“Daddy! Look!” she said, running back to me. She pointed to a car pulling in, one that looked just like her pink mustang.
“Oh! Twins,” I told her, trying to match her enthusiasm.
“Do you think I could take a picture with it?”
“I bet they would love that,” I encouraged.
We waited until they got settled before we approached.
“Hey, could my girlfriend possibly get a picture with your car? She loves it.”
Lennon grinned ear to ear and I knew it was because I’d just claimed her publicly.
The woman smiled and nodded. “Of course. Would you both like to be in the photo? I could take it.”
