Page 173 of Double Daddies
My eyes find his.
“Good girl,” Papa praises me.
“Now, tell us why you can’t do this,” Daddy demands.
“I just don’t think it’s wise,” I confess. “I’ve never been great at meeting new people. What if she hates me? You said I’m going to live here now, and she lives here. She lives with the boss of thewhole lodge. What if she doesn’t like me? What am I going to do? What are you two going to do?”
There are too many variables in this situation, and I’m drowning in them.
“Baby.” Papa’s voice is soft.
“She isn’t going to hate you,” Daddy gently says. “You need to stop thinking that.”
“The only way Scarlett is going to hate you is if you murdered an innocent person, tortured an innocent person, are a bully, or loathe kinky people,” Papa explains. “Which you have done none of. Unless you want to fess up to murdering an innocent person.”
I roll my eyes at Papa, giving him a small smile.
“See, you have nothing to worry about.” Daddy squeezes my hands. “Do you want to hold our hands as we walk to the door? Hold them while you meet her for the first time?”
I nod. “Please,” I whisper, my voice cracking at the end.
“Then that’s what we’ll do. And if you need one of us to hold you when you meet Scarlett and Thorin, we can do that as well.” Papa kisses my forehead.
“That would be embarrassing, right?” I whisper, looking up at him.
He shakes his head. “Nope. The first time we met Scarlett, she was sitting on her Daddy’s lap. There is no need for you to feel uncomfortable. If me or Daddy holding you in our arms makes you feel better and calmer, then we’ll do it.”
I take a deep breath in. “Maybe hands first?”
“Hands it is. If it needs to change, you let us know.” Daddy stands up. “How about you wink at us three times as a signal if you don’t want to say it out loud.”
“O-okay.” My shoulders relax as they both hold my hands.
I have a way to get comfort if I need it without necessarily asking for it. It makes me relax, knowing no one else will know. But will I do it?
Papa and Daddy said if I needed it, I should have it. That Scarlett and Thorin won’t care if I’m sitting on one of their laps. I just hope that they are right.
“H-how long are we staying?” I ask as we step up to the door.
“However long you want to. I want you to try for at least ten minutes. After ten minutes, if you want to go or are too anxious, then we can leave,” Papa gently says.
Daddy knocks on the door, and I hold my breath.
“Do you think you can do that for us?” Daddy asks.
I nod; my eyes focused on the door in front of us. How is this going to play out? Will she be shy and not want to talk to me? Will she want to talk about everything and anything?
“Deep breath.” Papa squeezes my hand.
As I take a deep breath, the front door opens, and a huge man stands in front of me, a shorter woman standing beside him. My mouth hangs open as I take them in, not knowing what to do or say.
“You must be Nora! I’m Scarlett, and this is my Daddy, Thorin.” The woman bounces up and down as she speaks.
My eyes are wide as I lean into Daddy’s chest. This is real. Very real.
“You’re okay, little bit,” Daddy whispers.
“Nora is a little shy and nervous,” Papa explains. “She hasn’t been around many Littles, but I can assure you that she is very excited to meet you.”
