Page 18 of Her Gentle Daddy

“Of course. That’s actually why I’m calling. I wanted to talk with you about Gabby. You know that I cannot share anything specific that we talked about, but I wanted to bounce an idea off of you that might help her.”

If it was something that would help his sweet girl, he was all ears.

“Actually, I have two ideas,” Savannah said.

“I’m listening.”

“Have you ever heard of emotional support animals? There are tons of videos on YouTube about them. Dogs can be certified emotional support animals in Washington, which means that they can be used in almost the same way as a service dog and are allowed into most places as well.”

“I’ve heard of them, but I don’t know anything about them.”

He was slightly confused. Was Savannah suggesting he get Gabby a dog or was this related to Gabby’s stuffed animal being a dog?

“Gabby loves dogs. She has never had a dog but has always wanted one. Emotional support dogs can recognize symptoms of an oncoming panic attack and alert their handler. There has been research that proves that people who have animals experience less anxiety and fewer attacks, and if they do experience a panic episode, having an animal near them lessens the time of that episode by nearly half.”

Sean sighed, “Are you suggesting I get Gabby a dog?”

Savannah laughed, “Took you long enough to figure that out, huh?”

Fuck. Really? A dog?

“Savannah, I don’t even know how long Gabby is going to stay with me. I don’t want to get her a dog and have her potentially not be able to take it with her if she decides to move out.”

“Well, I guess you better figure out how to become her Daddy so she never leaves, which brings me to my second suggestion.”

“Let’s have it,” he said dryly.

He could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke.

“You should offer to Daddy her. She needs it, and I think she could thrive from someone giving her some gentle care with boundaries and structure.”

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing with her since she’s been here? I’ve been doing what I can to make her feel Little and safe, but she is as scared as a bunny. I’m trying to move slow.”

“I think what you’ve been doing is great, but there is a difference between having a friend who is nice to you and a Daddy who takes care of you. Someone who would take care of all her most basic needs and who would set rules for her and give her the care that I don’t think she’s ever experienced in her lifetime.”

“Anything else in your bag of tricks that you’d like to suggest?”

Savannah giggled, “I’ve already emailed you a list of breeders who specialize in breeding emotional support dogs in the state, and I included different websites so you can do your own research about them. See ya on Thursday!”

Oh, if Savannah weren’t a Mommy, he would have probably threatened to put her over his knee for being such a sneaky little brat.

Sean opened his email and spent the next hour reading the information that Savannah sent about the dogs and all the training they would go through before the breeders would send them to homes. Apparently, to become an emotional support animal, there didn’t have to be any specialized training. However, the breeders that Savannah had sent him did enough training with the dogs that they could become certified medical service dogs as well.

Tapping his fingers on his desk, Sean rolled the thought around in his mind. If he knew Gabby was his and that she would live with him permanently, he wouldn’t give it a second thought. But he had no way of knowing if she would stay with him, and while he would give it his best effort to be the man and Daddy she seemed to need, he wouldn’t force her.

He had also been thinking about what Savannah had said about being Gabby’s Daddy. He loved the idea of her being his Little, but she was just barely starting to get comfortable around him. She also didn’t fully trust him yet and it could take a long time for that to happen, if ever.

What had he gotten himself into? A dog? Was he actually considering this?

Checking his watch, Sean realized he needed to pick up Gabby from work. Shutting down his computer, Sean grabbed his keys and headed towards the club. He thought about bringing up the topic to Gabby of being her Daddy. If she agreed to be his little girl, he couldn’t do it halfway. He would need to really be her Daddy and give her not only the care and comfort but the rules and discipline that came along with it.

When Sean walked into the club, he stopped by Zane’s office.

“Hey, man. Glad you came by. I just wanted to thank you again for helping with Gabby.”

Sean went into his office and sat in one of the chairs across from Zane’s desk.

“Would you let a dog be inside of the club during the day?”

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