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She stood and guided me into the bath. Even though the water felt good, I couldn’t help but be disappointed.
She knelt beside the tub and ran her hand over my bare back. “I promise we have all night to explore each other, Lennon. I just want to make sure you’re really all right first.”
“I’m okay,” I almost whined.
Her eyebrow raised and I ducked my head.
“That’s my decision to make, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I think that we can do better than that, don’t you?”
“Ma’am?” I wasn’t sure what she meant.
Cupping my chin she made me look at her. “We both know where this relationship is headed. I’m not one to wait around for fate to happen. I like to make my own miracles.”
Running my fingers nervously through the bubbles, I nodded into her palm.
“I want you, Lennon. I want you as my girlfriend, my lover, my Little girl. I have for a while, but I didn’t realize you felt the same until recently.”
“I do feel the same way,” I rushed to assure her.
“I’m glad, sweet girl, so how about we skip all the bullshit and you go ahead and call me Daddy.”
Something in my soul settled, it felt like it physically clicked into place. “O-okay.”
“Okay, what?”
Taking her hand in mine, I squeezed it. “Okay, Daddy.”
She smiled at me and the leftover bits of anxiety started to melt away. “I thought since I was a lesbian, I’d only have a chance with a Mommy and something about that never felt right for me. I didn’t understand and figured maybe it was just because I’ve only recently come out. But, now I know it’s because my heart was waiting on you. You’re exactly what I need, Kay.”
Chapter Five
Kay
I bathed Lennon as she sat making potions in the tub. “Oh, that one is pretty, what does it do?” I asked, pointing to the purple water she was dumping into the bath.
“It makes hair grow so super long. I’m gonna give it to Mr. Bork so he can has some pretty hair,” she said, splashing around in rainbow water.
I may have gone overboard with the color tablets.
I laughed and then winced as it echoed and filled the large bathroom. It had sounded shrill as it bounced around the tiled room. I hated my laugh. I’d been teased for it most of my life.
“What’s wrong? Was that mean? I didn’t mean to be mean,” Lennon said, her shoulders already hunching around her as she caved in on herself. I hoped over time I could help her be less worried about her responses. She was so damn anxious about saying or doing something wrong.
“No, baby. Daddy laughed too loud. I’m sorry,” I said, dropping the cloth I was bathing her with and rubbing her wet skin with my palm.
Her long fingers gripped the edges of the tub and she turned herself to face me sitting criss-cross applesauce in the tub. My long legs would never be able to manage that position in the bath.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her head tilted to the side as she studied me.
“I didn’t mean to laugh that loud. I didn’t hurt your little ears, did I?”
“No, Daddy. Your laugh made my heart happy.”
“My obnoxious laugh made your heart happy?” Now I was the one who didn’t understand.
