Page 2 of A Little More Love

A weight on my stomach followed by soft kisses to my chest woke me the next morning. Tinsley sat on me fully dressed. Her curly pigtails brought a smile to my face and I reached up to pull them playfully.

“Good morning, Teenie.”

“Morning, Papa.”

I chuckled when she continued to sit on me, not saying anything else.

“Do you need Papa for something?”

“Yas, huh,” she answered, giving no more information.

“What do you need, little love?”

The alarm from my phone filled the room and she smiled cutely.

“Is wake up time.”

I silenced the alarm and pulled her down, kissing her button nose. “Thank you for waking Papa up,” I told her.

“Did you wait until the alarm, Teenie?” Elliot asked, coming into the room with a tray of something that smelled delicious. “She’s had several warnings about waiting to wake you until absolutely necessary.”

“Yas, huh.”

He looked at me for clarification.

“Technically, yes,” I answered.

Chuckling, he shook his head. “Daddy needs to remember you’re a mastermind and will find even the smallest loophole.”

“Tinsley smart.”

“Tinsley is very smartandvery naughty,” I teased.

She gasped in indignation. “Nu!”

“The naughtiest baby in all of the land,” Elliot agreed.

Her brow furrowed and she put her hands on her hips. “Nice words, nice hearts,” she scolded.

Laughing in delight, I pulled her down for another kiss. “I love you, Little girl.”

“I love you, Papa.”

“I love you too, Elliot.”

“And I love you. Both of you,” he answered, making me melt. Our relationship was only three months old. We were learning and growing in our menage every day. Elliot and Tinsley had been married for several years when I joined them and I counted my blessings every day that they’d welcomed me into their hearts.

After getting us all situated, we had a delicious breakfast of pancakes and bacon in bed. Finishing my coffee, I poked Tinsley’s belly.

“Do you think you’re going to find the best pancakes in the world in Augusta?”

She had this adorable map of all the cities in Georgia and she colored in a city whenever she ate a pancake there. She had an impressive collection and a dedicated scoring system.

“Yas. The whole wild world,” she confirmed climbing back on top of me.

“Is this ‘sit on Papa day’?” I teased, setting my cup down and resting my hands on her thighs.

“Minutes?” she asked.

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