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“Dada is often right,” he teased. Lifting the spoon back to her mouth, he fed her a bite of the chocolate spider pancake.
“Ohmygoodness,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“That’s another reason Dada could never go back to not feeding you. I might miss all those sexy sounds that come from your mouth when you taste something yummy. They are the same sounds you make when you’re in Dada’s bed.”
“Dada,” she whispered, covering her heating cheeks with her hands.
Daddy winked at her before feeding her another bite of pancake.
“Are you still worried about what your friends will think?” he asked after a moment of silence.
She reflected on his question as she chewed the yummy pancake.
“No, Dada. I’m not worried about what they will think anymore. I learned lots since we’ve been at Rawhide and one of the things I’ve learned is that we all have different needs and nobody who matters is going to be upset or grossed out at the idea of people getting what they need—even if what they need is pacifiers, diapers, or bottles. A good person wouldn’t be judgmental because someone is having their needs met.”
Pike was so fucking proud of the growth Dallas had had in just ten days and for the umpteenth time, he found himself thankful for the Ranch and all that it offered to the community.
“You’re right, Bitty. Only an asshole would be mad at how someone was having their needs met.”
“Rights. And we dun want assholes in our life.”
Pike chuckled and booped her on the nose. “That’s right, Bitty. We’re not letting any assholes into our circle.”
After taking another bite, Dallas spoke up again. “I think my friends will be happy for me.”
“I think so too, Bitty. I think they’re going to be very happy you’re being true to yourself.”
“I’m happy I’m being true to myself too. It makes my heart feel all better. Thank you for knowing something was wrong and helping me figure out what it was. I’ve always loved our relationship and it feels even more special now cause we worked through a hard thing together. I’m glad you made the decision to come to the Ranch and explore Baby Dallas, Dada.”
Daddy took one of her hands in his and squeezed it reassuringly. “I love you so damn much, little girl.”
Dallas sat on Dada’s lap, her friends excited faces all filling his laptop screen.
“You look so happy!” Emily was the first one to speak.
“Thank you, I am happy,” Dallas answered.
“So you’re so super Little now right? So we can boss you around?” Paisley asked.
Dallas giggled. “Maybe.”
“Totally. I’m gonna make you clean my room!” Rae Rae said.
“I think we’re the same Little age,” Dallas laughed. “I don’t think you’re older than me.”
“Darn it,” she said, slamming her hand down on her desk. A gruff voice—one belonging to one of her Daddy Doms—scolded her.
“I’m so happy for you, Dallas. I’m glad you found what you needed. I’m sorry you were so nervous to tell us, but we only want you to be happy. If being in a younger headspace does that for you, then we fully support it,” Emily said.
“Yeah, we love you no matter what,” Paisley said.
“Yeah, even if you smelled bad and only ate veggies, you’d still be our bestie,” Rae Rae added.
Dallas lifted her hand and pressed it to the camera. All of the Little girls did too, signaling their solidarity as a group. “I love you all,” Dallas said tearfully.
“We love you too!” they echoed.
CHAPTER 20
