Page 189 of Her Daddies' Everything

Maybe. Maybe not.

But she decided to go with honesty. It wasn’t like she was a good liar, anyway.

“I already do,” she said.

“You trust me to protect and take care of Big Immy,” he said. “You can trust me with Little Immy too. I will take care of her.”

“I hope so,” she whispered.

“You can.” He nodded at her. “There’s no way I’d ever want to abuse your trust. You’re not gonna embarrass yourself. You’re not gonna do anything stupid. I’m not gonna think any differently of you. Well, I will.”

“You will?” She knew it!

He ran a finger down the side of her cheek. “Yeah, I think you’re the bravest fucking Little girl I’ve ever met.”

Her mouth went dry, her heart was racing. Really? Did he have to go saying things like that and making her want to cry?

It was seriously too much.

“Let’s keep going,” she said.

He smiled down at her. “There’s my brave girl.”

She wasn’t sure about what was going to happen, but he was giving her this opportunity. One she might never have again. One she might not want again.

But it seemed stupid to waste it just because she was a bit scared.

Gosh. Look at her growing so brave.

“Let’s go.”

He held out his hand to her and she took hold. She was really happy that Tobias was here with her. But she couldn’t help but look to her other side, almost as though she expectedhimto appear.

Because the thing that would make this better would be having Jenner with her.

But she had to stop thinking about that. Because he wasn’t with her.

“You’ve dated Littles before?” Immy asked.

“Yep. A few.”

You cannot be jealous. You asked him the question. He’s only answering it.

Part of her really wanted to ask for their names, track them down, and teach them that he belonged to her.

He doesn’t belong to you.

Sheesh. What was going on with her?

They walked through the tunnel-like entrance, and she studied the toys in the cases.

“Do you know how young you regress, Cherry?” he asked.

“That would be a negatory,” she replied. “Ooh, look at that toy! It’s a strawberry and a puppy, you roll it one way. Strawberry. Roll it the other way. Puppy! I like! I like!”

“Hmm. I would say maybe toddler.”

“Huh?” What was he talking about now? Eh. She didn’t have time to care. She was too busy. They stepped out into a large, indoor playroom.

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