Page 29 of First Class Feelings

Of course I trust him. He’s more than proven he only wants what’s best for me, so how can I not at this point?

Except, I’m still super nervous.

Because this feels like a really big deal. I can’t explain how I know, other than to say my tummy has been upset all morning. It’s usually a good detector of when trouble is on the way.

Then again, I consumed a ton of sugar yesterday. Maybe it’s just that.

Ugh.

I don’t know.

“We aren’t far from our destination,” the driver answers since DD is still quiet.

He’s on his phone, texting someone. I know it’s not work stuff since he told me he was banned from reaching out to them. Which would mean the person he’s texting could be a friend. Or could it be his brother.

Hmmmm.

When DD finally looks my way, it’s with a big smile. My pout softens at seeing how excited he is. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

“I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” DD says, like it’s a secret meant only for us.

Which makes me wonder… is this a Little thing? Are we going somewhere like the cafe we stumbled upon?

I can’t say I hate the idea. It’s been nice to be surrounded by other Littles and Daddies. Back home, I have my friends to play with sometimes; however, we’re all usually so busy with work that we rarely make time for it. Here, I have the luxury of not worrying about the office or my email inbox.

The thought quickly leaves when the driver calls out, “We’re here.”

The ‘here’ is not what I expect. It’s a marina. Like the place with boats.

Huh.

“Come on, little one. We don’t want to be late.”

I frown at his word choice. Being late means someone is expecting us. Except we don’t know anyone here except for —

“Edward!” I shout when I see the familiar face waiting next to the water’s edge.

He turns, smiling at us. “Hey, guys! I’m glad you could make it. Come on. I’ll show you where we’re headed.”

With a spin, he leads us down the walkway between the various boats until we reach a tiny little thing at the end. There’s a man holding the steering wheel and smiling at us. “Ready now, Mr. Edward?”

“We are, Paolo. These are my friends, Foster and Duval. They’re going to hang with us today.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Paolo says to us. “Any friend of Mr. Edward’s is a friend of mine.”

After climbing on, he heads out of the marina and into the open water. DD looks as confused as I feel, so I’m thinking maybe the plan isn’t going well. I don’t want to ask, since it would be rude to point out his disappointment in front of the others.

The further out we go, the less things make sense. It’s not until we begin heading straight to a massive yacht that I put two and two together. DD must as well because his smile returns the closer we get to the vessel.

Edward breaks into a laugh. “Oh no! You two thought this was what we were going to ride on this whole time! That’s so funny. Isn’t that funny, Paolo?”

The other man nods with a smile. It’s obvious he’s entertained by the idea, even if he doesn’t laugh as loudly as Edward does.

When we reach the other boat, we switch over with some help from a steady Paolo. I’m not as steady on my feet, though DD doesn’t seem to mind grabbing hold of my waist and hoisting me up. I will never not be amazed that he has the strength to do this given my size. I’m by no means alittleLittle.

“Follow me,” Edward says as he directs us through the halls of the massive boat. Paolo takes off to do something else, leaving the three of us to have our own fun.

When we go through one of the doors on the long hall, my jaw drops. It’s as if someone threw everything Little they could into one space. Toys and blankets and stuffies cover the area.

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