Daddy smiled, picked me up around my waist and twirled me around.
“Eeek!”
“You’re so it,” she said before claiming my lips again. This time slowly.
I forgot where we were as I got lost in our kiss. Until Daddy had me penned against the wall, my leg curled around her waist, and her fingers inside me drawing out the sweetest orgasms. I moaned into her chest, held on as she rocked against me, and I pleaded with her not to stop. That's when she lifted me higher and both legs were wrapped around her. It gave her the kind of access to deepen each stroke, to stroke my clit and inside me at the same time, to shatter everything inside me as I came for her.
“Daddy!”
Daddy kissed me again, slowly withdrawing her fingers. My panties were ripped somewhere on the floor, and my skirt fell back into place when she placed me back on my unsteady legs. I held on to her, arms around her neck, but our lips never separated. Daddy slowed the kiss and I realized that I needed air. I was breathing heavily and still my eyes never left hers.
“Think we’ll get in trouble for having sex in the hall?” I asked her, biting my bottom lip.
“Maybe. If we do, I’ll blame you, and then punish you for getting us in trouble.”
I gasped and it made her chuckle. She made sure I was steady before she reached down and picked up my panties. She slipped them into her pocket and reached for my hand. I slipped it into hers and let her lead me to the cafe where she bought me food and fed me ice cream. I smiled at her the entire time, grateful for my happily ever after.
Epilogue
I was still trying to adjust to being back home after the Ranch. My apartment felt smaller somehow, quieter, though I’d tucked pieces of my “little space” into the corners–the beanbag Daddy had insisted I keep, the star projector lamp, even a couple of books she’d snuck into my bag. It helped, but it wasn’t the same.
A knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts. I frowned, tugging at the hem of my sweater as I padded over. When I opened the door, my breath caught.
Emerson stood there, grinning, dressed in dark jeans and a button-up that made him look older than his years but still completely himself. In his hands was a small bouquet of wildflowers, stems wrapped in twine.
“Hi,” he said, almost shy but steady at the same time. “I’m here to take you out.”
My heart thumped hard, confused for half a second. Then I noticed the figure beside him.
Daddy.
She was radiant, dressed in a soft blue dress shirt that skimmed her curves and black capri’s, her hair swept back like she’d taken her time with it just for tonight. No Daddy look was complete without fresh sneakers. She looked at me with thatknowing smile, the one that always made me feel seen all the way through.
The pieces clicked, and suddenly I was laughing through the warmth rising in my chest. “Wait—you two planned this?”
Emerson smirked a little. “Well, I had help,” he said, nodding toward Daddy. “But yeah. I figured you deserved a real date. One where you don’t have to think about driving class or if I’ll be fine at home alone. Just you, me, and Mama.”
“Okay. When you asked if I was free to go out, I thought you meant the two of us.” I said to Daddy. “This is even better though.”
Emerson lifted the flowers toward me, his hand only trembling a little. “And I got these for you.”
The lump in my throat nearly stopped me, but I took them, pressing them close to my chest. “They’re beautiful.”
Daddy gestured for me to come out and then her hand brushed down the small of my back, steadying me as my emotions threatened to spill over. “You ready, little one?” she asked softly.
I looked between them—my Daddy, my Emerson—both of them waiting for me, both of them dressed up and smiling like this was the most normal thing in the world.
And all I could do was beam back at them.
“Yes,” I said, my voice breaking into a grin. “I’m ready.”
Emerson offered his arm, Daddy caught my other hand, and just like that, I was swept into the night with the two people who made me feel like I finally belonged.
The night had been better than I could’ve planned. Emerson had outdone himself, planning the little date with flowers, dinner,and even a playlist for the car ride. Watching Sera glow between us—her laughter spilling out freely, her eyes wide with joy—made every sharp edge of the past few months feel worth it.
Later, when she was tucked against me on the couch, her hair smelling faintly of the shampoo she’d borrowed from me, I let my mind wander to the other conversations that had finally settled into place.
Emerson was staying with me full time now. Audrey and I had gone back and forth for weeks, and in the end she’d admitted what I already knew—she wasn’t in the right headspace to parent him the way he needed. She promised that once she found her footing again, she’d reach out to set up visitation. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. Emerson needed stability, and I was more than willing to give it to him.
