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"Good," he replied, giving her a rare smile. "Because you mean the world to me, Savvy. Now let's go find our dream home."

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and before he knew it, she'd thrown her arms around him. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, rapid and strong.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered into his ear. “You’re the best.”

He ran a hand through her curly auburn hair. "You're my everything, little one."

He pulled back, looking into her eyes. "We should start the viewings soon. I want to find the perfect place for us to build our future together."

"Absolutely," Savannah agreed, excitement dancing in her eyes. "I can't wait to have a home with you."

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The sun bathed the white picket fence in a warm glow as Blake and Savannah stood on the front lawn of their perfect house. Hand in hand, they exchanged knowing smiles with the real estate vendor before turning to each other.

"Let's take it," Savannah said, her eyes alight with excitement.

"Agreed," Blake replied, his voice low and rumbling. "This is where we'll build our life together."

They shook hands with the vendor, sealing the deal. Then, a tender moment passed between them as they realized how far they'd come and how much they'd grown together.

"Little one," Blake growled into Savannah's ear as soon as they found a private moment. "I can't wait to christen every room in this house."

"Every room?" she asked, a teasing glint in her eye.

"Every room," he confirmed, smirking. "Except the playroom, of course. That's for innocence only."

They signed the paperwork, then, back in the car, Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gift. He revealed a keychain adorned with the Marks family crest, its silver design glistening in the sunlight.

"Here," he said, handing it to Savannah. "Put your new house key on this. I want you to know that you're family now."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took the keychain, her fingers tracing the intricate details of the crest. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. “I always wanted a family. And now I have the best one in the world.”

As they drove away from their soon-to-be home, Blake couldn't help but revel in the happiness radiating from the woman beside him. They had faced so much together, both as teenagers and adults, and now they were embarking on an exciting new chapter of their lives. It was more than either of them could have ever hoped for, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, side by side.

Blake steered the car back toward the city. The energy between them crackled, their recent house-hunting success still fresh in their minds.

"Hey, Little one," Blake said, glancing at Savannah. "What do you say we celebrate at the Haven? Share our good news with our friends?"

Savannah's eyes lit up, her eagerness clear. "I'd love that! I can't wait to see everyone and share our excitement."

As they approached the familiar building, Blake knew that he’d be going into the place as a new man today. He would never give up that old part of himself, never stop being who he was at his core. But he was a Daddy Dom to a Little now. Hisresponsibility to Savannah always came first. She was his sun, his moon, his guiding light. In a way, ever since he’d first met her as a teenager, it had been that way.

The door to the Haven swung open, revealing the warm, inviting interior.

Immediately, they were met with enthusiastic greetings from Rosie and several of the other Littles at the club, who wasted no time enveloping them in hugs and congratulations.

One of the Littles here, Blake noted with pleasure, was the small, pixie-like girl who had been paraded at the gala as one of the “vases.” Damn, it felt good to know that they’d saved her. Blake had already spoken to Nash about wanting to start running classes on self-defense for the Littles at the club and teaching them about drug awareness. He didn’t want anyone to fall victim to anything like that ever again.

Sadie, their informant, was there, too, looking much more comfortable than she had done the last time she was here.

“Well done, you two,” she said with a big smile on her face.

“Thank you for coming to us with your story, Sadie,” said Savannah warmly. “Helping us link the crime to Marcus enabled us to get that a-hole behind bars.”

Sadie nodded. “I’m so pleased. The city feels so much safer all of a sudden. I’m going to go celebrate with a glass of soda!” She raced off to the bar and, having a moment to themselves, Blake gave Savannah’s bottom a quick squeeze.

“I saw that!” Rosie squealed, appearing behind them. Then, she leaned into Savannah’s ear. She tried to whisper but she was a bit over-excited and Blake heard her. “Hey, uh, you know that thing I said I was gonna try? With Nash? Well, I asked him to kiss me . . . and he told me to stop this instant of he’d spank my butt! Is that progress?”

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