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Did love usually fade after being together for long? Was that why people got divorced left and right? I wanted to be just as madly in love with Daddy for the rest of my life. My lack of dating experience meant I didn't know what to expect.
He continued when I shook my head and swam closer. "They haven't in the slightest. If anything, we've only found it harder and harder to keep our hands to ourselves. As for love, it has only grown stronger with time."
"Whoa!" I said with wide excited eyes. "I'm glad couples like you exist. Daddy always says everyone deserves love like the two of you."
"Yes, but do you know what's the key to our ever-growing love? Age play relies on communication and being honest about your feelings. Sure, there were times when I hid my fears and worries from Daddy, but eventually, I always go to him with them. You feel comfortable telling me things because we're both Littles. It's in our nature to be kind, friendly, and open to each other. But I want you to be just as open and honest with your Daddy. It's the only way to have a healthy and loving age play relationship, and it's the only way Daddies can help their Littles."
I put my head on his shoulder and sighed. "I feel horrible being like this. But how did you know I wasn't being honest with my Daddy? Did he tell you?"
He shook his head. "Nope. I know because all Littles initially tend to bottle up their worries and desires. Trusting your Daddy with everything is one of the most important things you'll need to learn. It's also the hardest since you're baring your soul and expecting not to be judged. I just want to make the process easier on you because I've known Uncle Clark for years. He's a good man and you can trust him.
"Daddy was on a business trip to Germany last year. I couldn't go because my work needed me here. That's when I started having really bad tummy aches. I decided to ignore it till it went away, but the pain only got unbearably worse. I needed my daddy the most, but I hid it because I didn't want him worrying halfway across the world. So I decided to confide in your Daddy. Uncle Clark took care of me like a Daddy would, letting me stay over and watching over me. He convinced me I should see a doctor despite my fear of doctors, that he'll be there by my side every step of the way. I was glad I trusted him and let him take me to the ER. As it turned out, my appendix was ready to burst and I could've lost my life had I decided to ignore the pain. Anyway, your daddy stayed by my side like he promised, abandoning work to be by my side, calming me down before and after the surgery. He even stayed with me at the hospital day and night until my Daddy returned. Needless to say, Daddy scolded me a lot for hiding it from him."
I could hardly believe the wise words coming out of Michael's mouth. He spent so much time being silly and naughty in his Little headspace that it was refreshing to see him speak so wisely as a grown-up.
"Thank you for being my friend, Michael. You're still the only friend I have but you've set the bar too high by being so nice to me."
He waved a hand in the air nonchalantly and giggled, his voice returning to the hint of Little cadence I was used to. "Pish posh, darling. You'll forget all about me the moment you visit the age play club I told you about. You're so pretty, all the other Littles will want to be your friend."
I had a friend in Michael for the rest of my life and I was thankful for it.
Chapter 10: Clark
Ever since our first official playdate a few days ago, Jenna had fallen into a routine of playing all day while I took care of her. My favorite part of the day was watching her fall asleep in my lap during storytime each evening. She looked so cute drinking warm milk out of a bottle and trying not to fall asleep. It was an indicator that she trusted me enough to fall asleep in my lap. We still had a long way to go, but baby steps were fine.
Now we sat at the table for breakfast. Pancakes with a side of strawberries and maple syrup were on her divided plate.
"Dig in, honey." I nudged the plate towards her as she stared at me. "Aren't pancakes your favorite? You'd be halfway through by now usually."
I liked feeding her, but she preferred doing it herself during breakfast.
She shifted in her seat as she swayed her legs back and forth in the highchair. "I saw you bought ice cream yesterday, Daddy. I've never had some before. Can I have some now with pancakes? I've been good enough to get ice cream for breakfast every day, haven't I?"
It was surprising to know that Jenna hadn't tasted ice cream before. I should've gotten used to her lack of life experiences by now, but I hadn't. Each time she tried something new, it made me happy that I could be there with her. Even if her parents wouldn't be making these important memories with her, I would always be by her side.
"Ice-cream every day?" I chuckled and fetched the chocolate ice cream from the fridge. "You don't want your teeth to rot and fall off, do you? Every word you speak will be followed by a whistle. Besides, it isn't a pretty look to sport, considering how the other girls have all their teeth intact."
Jenna burst into laughter. "You're so silly, Daddy. I won't eat a lot. Promise! Just a little bit."
"Well, you can have as much as you want." I opened the tub and pushed it towards her. "But you're only getting it when you're exceptionally good. Too much sugar is bad for little girls."
Her face lit up as she nodded eagerly. "If I can have as much as I want, I'll have the entire tub, thank you very much."
I laughed and took it away from her. "New rules. Two scoops is the limit. We don't want you running around the house and screaming all day, do we?"
She stuck her lower lip out in a pout. "Fine, but I'll be exceptionally good every day if it means I get ice cream."
The moment I put two scoops on top of her pancakes, she took a big spoonful and put it in her mouth. Shivering, she melted into the chair and closed her eyes.
"Ah, I wasn't prepared for the coolness." She nodded approvingly. "And it's so sweet too. It makes no sense that people eat anything other than ice cream for breakfast. If it were up to me, I'd eat it for lunch and dinner too."
"Yup, you're gonna develop a sugar addiction at this rate. First, you fell in love with chocolates and didn't want to eat anything else, and now it's this."
She opened her mouth to reply, but instead squealed and put a hand on her jaw. "Owie!"
Seeing her in pain was unbearable, so I instinctively rushed to her side and sat on the floor before stroking her head. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Is it a toothache? Tell Daddy where it hurts."
She winced as she shook her head. "Nothing hurts, Daddy. Don't take my ice cream away from me. I just couldn't contain how happy I was that it tastes so good."
