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“Oh, yes please. Both of us,” Lennon said, so proudly it made my heart swell.
I handed the woman my phone and we posed beside her car with Lennon holding her own car out for the photo.
“Thank you so much,” I told her, taking my phone back.
“You work at Charlie’s, right?” the woman asked Lennon. Charlie’s was a local club that had exotic dancers. I’d wondered where Lennon danced, but hadn’t wanted to ask her yet because she seemed so nervous about it.
Lennon flushed and nodded. Her body tensed and I hated she was ashamed of something so beautiful. It took skill to dance for others.
“We were just there Wednesday, it was our first time visiting. You dance beautifully.”
“Thank you!” Lennon said. I squeezed her hand tightly, so proud she was receiving compliments and not judgement. Her body relaxed and I pulled her close.
“They were so nice!” Lennon said as we walked off. She was wearing a large grin.
“I want you to focus on how you feel right now.”
Lennon looked up at me.
“You seem very happy and perhaps feel lighter in your heart?”
She nodded.
“That’s how people feel when you’re around them. You make our hearts lighter and our souls more joyous. You’re such a gift, baby.”
***
“You have ice cream all over your hands,” I laughed. I was learning Lennon was a very messy Little girl. I’d taken over feeding her strawberry ice cream since she seemed to be getting more on her than in her. She’d started driving her toy car all across my legs, arms, and now it was trailing across my breast, trailing ice-cream stickiness all over my chest.
“Little girl, now you have ice cream all over me.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward and licked my cleavage. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said, clearly not sorry at all.
“Lennon Grace,” I scolded her even though she hadn’t done anything wrong.
We were sitting in the very back of a canopy some of the vendors had put up for people attending the car show. We’d taken a picnic table in the corner and nobody else was paying attention to us.
“I couldn’t help it, Daddy. Strawberry is my favorite,” she said, batting her long eyelashes at me.
“You are a very naughty Little girl.”
She smiled, resting her face on my chest and looking up at me. “But I’m your naughty Little girl.”
“Damn right,” I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then her nose.
“I’m having the best day with you, Daddy.”
“Me too, Little girl.”
***
Lennon had fallen asleep on the way home from the car show. I wasn’t upset though, I knew she was tired fromworking so many hours. Hopefully she would tell me soon what she was struggling with so I could help her.
I pulled into my driveway, cut the car off, and rubbed Lennon’s leg gently.
“Baby?”
Her long lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes to look at me.
