Page 109 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Silence surrounded us as she processed what I said.
“Being Dada is fun?”
I stopped walking and scooped her up, setting her on my hip. I didn’t give a fuck who saw. “Being your Dada is the most fun.”
She smiled and tucked her head into my neck. I rocked her back and forth a few minutes before setting her on her feet again.
We walked the rest of the way to the ice cream shop and I enjoyed watching her face light up when she saw Hazel.
“Daddy, look,” she whispered, pulling at my hand.
“I know. Are you so excited to have ice cream and maybe make a new friend?”
“So ‘cited.”
Hazel was pulling Dawson’s hand too and we exchanged amused looks before meeting each other halfway.
“Hi!” Tinsley chirped first.
“Hi!” Hazel repeated. Both Little girls were standing partially behind their respective Daddies.
Laughing, Dawson said, “I hope they warm up to each other or it’s going to be a very quiet ice cream date.”
We hadn’t needed to worry, though. Both Littles warmed up very quickly. Tinsley sat beside me chattering away about her friends at home and all of their adventures. I missed our friends even though we’d only been gone two days. We were such a tight-knit group.
“That’s so ‘citing!” Hazel said. “I don’t have any Little friends in real life.”
Her words hurt my heart. It was probably very hard to find friends with similar lifestyles in such a small town. We were lucky because Pike and Travis both owned kink clubs that gave us a chance to meet others like us.
“You can be Tinsley’s friend!”
I smiled at my Little one’s sweet words. Learning over, I pressed a kiss to her curls.
“Do you wike living in Strickland?” Hazel asked, trying to eat her quickly melting ice cream.
“Yas-huh. Is small and quiet.”
“Do you has a job?”
Dalton reached forward and helped wipe the ice cream from Hazel’s hands.
“Nu,” Tinsley answered, after taking a bite of the dessert I was feeding her.
“You do, Little one,” I corrected. I hated that she wasn’t more forthcoming about her crafting. She was very talented.
“Well, I have a booth at the famer’s market,” she corrected, clearly hoping we would drop it.
“Oh. What do you sell?” Dawson asked.
My Little girl flushed and fidgeted in her seat. “I make things.” Talking about her success had never been easy for her.
“She makes all kinds of really cool things, but she’s most popular for her Little clothes. She sells them online and then people pick them up at the market," I filled in for her. “But her booth sells painted rocks, crochet stuffies, jewelry, and other fun treasures.”
“That’s amazing,” Dawson praised.
“So cool,” Hazel agreed. The right side of Tinsley’s mouth tipped up in the smallest smile, but I’d take it. She deserved to be proud of her work.
“Like working at the Christmas store?” she asked Hazel.
