Page 42 of Deciding for Little Dallas
Before Dallas could answer, her tummy growled so super loud. She slapped her hands down over it.
“Is your tummy hungry, baby?” he asked, wiping her clean. “It sounds like there might be a monster inside of it.”
“Yas, huh, Daddy. So hungry I might haveta eat Teefs,” she said, her eyes comically wide.
“Oh yucky! What do you think a zombie stuffy would taste like?” he teased. He taped up the clean diaper before working the ghost leggings back over her hips. She was wearing a new outfit that he’d purchased, but he felt like this one might be his favorite one that he’d ordered. The top was an oversized sweatshirt with a ghost on the front. The ghost was holding a phone and a puppy and the script below it read “Hey, Boo!”. The leggings were black and had ghosts printed on them. She wore soft boots with the outfit and a black and white ghostie hairbow clipped her bangs back from her face. The whole outfit was adorable and because it was oversized, it made her look even more like a Little girl.
“I fink Teefs tastes like,” she said, pausing. She pretended to take a bite of the stuffy. “Her tastes like calliflower.”
“Yucky!” Pike said, turning his nose up and sending his Little girl into a fit of giggles. That was the only vegetable he hated with a passion. He picked her up and set her back on his hip. “For lunch today, we're going to try the Italian restaurant.”
“Oh! Eloise said it has smiley-face pizza!”
“Well,? smiley-face pizza sounds much better than cauliflower.”
“Yas, huh,” she agreed.
He carried her back toward the elevators so they could go to lunch. He knew it would be much faster to change her at one of the changing stations closer to the restaurants rather than bring her back upstairs every day, but though they had used the bathroom in the arcade area before, he thought Dallas was more comfortable being changed in her own nursery—and that was totally okay with him. They weren’t in a rush, she could take all the time she needed.
Once they walked through the doors of the restaurant, the most delicious smells filled their noses. “Mmmm, that smells good, Daddy.”
He patted her bottom. “It does, Bitty.”
“Hello, my name is Miriam. A table for two?” a young woman asked.
“Yes, please, Miriam,” Daddy answered.
“You can follow me this way.”
Daddy followed her to a table near the back of the restaurant.
“Oh, pretty!” Dallas declared.
“It is a beautiful view, isn’t it, Bitty?” Daddy said, sitting her so she could still see out the window. From the large window, you could see part of the college dorms, some of the pool, but all of the beautiful mountain peaks. It was gorgeous.
“Our guests enjoy the viewalmostas much as our food,” Miriam said, a kind smile stretched across her face. “Your waiter will be Billy. He will be with you shortly.”
Dallas’ tummy fell about the same time Daddy’s face did.
“Do you want to leave, Bitty? I know you haven’t had a chance to talk to Billy yet.”
Dallas nibbled her lip. She wasn’t angry at Billy. He’d made her a really nice card and Daddy had passed on his apology like he’d said he would. She just didn’t want to think about what happened. It had been so scary and embarrassing. Everyone had been looking at her while she waited on someone from the infirmary. Then they’d placed her on a cot and rolled her through the building.
“We can go if you want to, baby. It’s okay if you need a little more time.”
But even as embarrassed and scared as she felt remembering what happened, she knew Billy must feel even worse.
“No, Daddy. It’s okay. Maybe it will make us both feel better.” She rubbed Teefs’ leg against her nose for comfort.
Daddy stood and lifted her from her chair. He sat back down and settled her into his lap. “You’re such a sweet girl, Bitty. The world is a better place because you’re in it.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
She brought her fingers up to her mouth to suck them, surprising herself. Oral stimulation was something new for her. Dropping her hand, she leaned back against Daddy before lifting her gaze to study him. His knowing look told her he’d seen her actions too.
“Hello, I-I’m going to be your waiter today,” Billy said as he approached the table. He was a bit pale and his notebook shook in his hands. “I also w-wanted to tell you h-how sorry I am that y-you got hurt b-because of my bad c-choices.”
Dallas felt so bad for him. She slid from Daddy’s lap. “Can I give you a hug?” she asked.
Billy’s eyebrows rose in surprise before he nodded. Dallas felt bad for him because she was pretty sure he thought she was going to yell at him, but she wasn’t. She walked toward him and opened her arms.
