Page 84 of Double Daddies
“That doesn’t change the fact that you would’ve given it as the actual task had I been a proper Little.” Her nails bit into her palms. “I played the part of a tomboy, which we all know doesn’t exist in any other Little household. Your faces when I walked in just now… that’s the kind of Little you want. Need. Not... not what I was willing to offer.”
“And yet we didn’t push you to transition into a girly Little once we agreed to the tomboy version, have we?”
She flinched as Drake’s voice darkened with a slather of pain.
Tears carved silent paths down her cheeks as she caught the knowing look in his eyes. He knew. He saw through her. Through every wall, every pretense, straight to the truth she was trying to deny.
“It doesn’t matter though, does it, Elle?”
“What do you mean, Drake?” Damian glanced between them with confusion written across his features.
“She said it, Damian. She was playing a game.” Drake’s jaw clenched as each word cut through the room. “Stringing us along so we wouldn’t have her prosecuted. Being the perfect little tomboy babygirl for the stupid rich boys.”
“I never... I never thought of you like that. It’s just…” Her voice cracked as her resolve finally splintered.
“It’s just nothing.” Drake’s expression turned stoic as he looked at Damian. “Tell Amanda to take her to George Town and to ensure she gets on a plane back to Texas.”
“Daddy, please not like this. Don’t—” The word slipped out before she could stop it, and she saw it hit him like a physical blow.
“I’m not your Daddy, Miss Fitzgerald. You made that very clear.” His voice turned to cold steel. “Now, get the fuck off our island. You are no longer welcome here.”
The finality in his words shattered what remained of her composure. Each breath was a desperate gasp as she backed away from the men who had, despite everything, become her world. Tears blurred her vision as she fled the room. The sound of her ballerina shoes on the wood floor was a haunting reminder of what she had just destroyed.
Running down the hallway, Drake’s last words kept echoing in her mind.
“I’m not your Daddy.”
It wasn’t just the steel in his voice, but the pain underneath. Pain she had put there. Pain she would carry with her long after she left this island.
A loving and caring life with her two Daddies that could have been hers if she had been brave enough to let it.
DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove
Drake & Damian
The setting sun painted the sky in strokes of violet and amber, a masterpiece that would normally captivate them. Tonight, however, Drake and Damian sat in silence, with the gentle lap of waves against the shore providing a stark contrast to the turmoil within.
Drake’s fingers traced patterns in the sand. His usual composed demeanor was fractured.
“I failed you, Dam. I should have listened to those initial doubts when Elle first arrived.” His voice carried the rawness of the pain within. “Instead, I allowed hope to blind me, and my desire for her to be the one overrode everything else.”
Damian shifted closer until their shoulders brushed against each other. “Stop. Your heart is bleeding just as much as mine.” He paused, swallowing hard. “Maybe even more.”
Drake ran a hand through his hair, the gesture betraying his usually unfailing control.
“The signs were there from the beginning. She would tense sometimes during aftercare and at times resented taking her bottle.” His voice cracked. “I saw it all, but I wanted so desperately to believe she would grow into it.”
“We both did,” Damian murmured, watching the sun sink lower on the horizon. “Those moments when she let her guard down during bathtime, or when she fell asleep during story time… everything felt so real.”
“They were real.” Drake’s certainty cut through the evening air. “She does love us, Dam.”
“Not enough, it seems.” Damian’s whispered response carried on the breeze, sounding forlorn amidst the sound of breaking waves.
They sat in silence, letting the truth of those words settle around them. The ocean before them stretched endless and vast, much like the void Elle had left in their lives. Their role as Daddies wasn’t just a lifestyle choice. It was intrinsic to who theywere, as natural as breathing. It balanced the pressure of their empire and provided an outlet for the nurturing instincts that countered their ruthless business personas.
“We can’t force it,” Drake finally said in a voice heavy with resignation. “Being a Little... it has to come from within. Elle recognized that it would eventually destroy her to keep pretending.” He picked up a handful of sand, watching it slip through his fingers. “In a way, she showed more strength by leaving than she would have by staying.”
Damian nodded slowly. “When she came down this morning in that pink dress... she was saying goodbye in the only way she knew would stick. Making sure we would let her go.”
