Page 19 of Lacey's Daddy
“Hey there…” He cups my face and swipes at my tears with his thumbs. “Why the tears?”
I shrug and mutter, “Are you going to take me home now?”
He frowns. “No, Little one. Never. Not your cabin anyway. I’d like to talk about taking you to my home. On the island.”
My breath hitches. “Oh.” He said the same thing last night, but I didn’t let myself believe it.
“I hate to rush you to make a decision this important, but I have to go back tomorrow, so we don’t have a choice. We haveto talk about your options. If you’d like to give the island a try, I will sponsor you. You would move into my home, and I would take care of you while you find yourself. I won’t lie and say I’m not attracted to you. I’m head over heels for you, Little one. If I had my way, I would make you permanently mine right now and never let you go. But you’re not ready for something like that. You’ve been through a lot. You need counseling to help you get to a place where your past doesn’t haunt you every day of your life.”
Make me permanently his? What does that mean?
“If it’s too soon, or you don’t think you want to go to the island, I’ll spend today making other arrangements for you.” His brow furrows as he says that. “I bet I can find someone from the Dungeon you can stay with while you get on your feet, maybe even a Daddy if that’s what you want.”
My eyes widen. “I don’t want a different Daddy,” I tell him.
He eases his palms down to my back again. “You think you’d like to givethisDaddy a try?” He smiles.
I nod. I want that so badly. It’s hard to believe it could be true, but the flutters return.
“Moving to the island is a huge commitment, Little one. I need to explain to you what you’d be agreeing to before you decide.”
There’s nothing to decide. I don’t care what he says. I want to go. But I listen to him.
“First of all, it’s important to know that all Littles live fully regressed like you are right now. They wear diapers and T-shirts. Sometimes sandals or tennis shoes. Nothing else. No exceptions.”
“Always?” That’s hard to wrap my head around.
He nods.
“Even outside?”
“All the time. The island and Littleworld are safe places for Littles to live and visit without worrying about being judged, and the way to ensure that is to have rules everyone follows. Both Little boys and Little girls follow the same dress code. Shirts, diapers, and occasionally sandals or tennis shoes for walking. At the waterpark and the beach, Littles only wear a swim diaper. Nothing else.”
My eyes widen again. That seems to be happening a lot lately, and I bet they will bug out for days if I go with him. “No shirts?”
“Nope. It only seems odd until you get used to it.”
“Would I be this Little always in the house?”
“Yes, Baby girl. I have a nursery. All homes have nurseries. I would take care of all your needs—feed you, bathe you, change you… Everything.”
“I would use a diaper all the time?” I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“Without exception. Littles don’t have access to the bathrooms on the island. None of them. Not in the parks or at home. They’re locked and only a caregiver can open them.”
I squirm on his lap. The thought of pretending to be this young all the time is enticing. Having someone to take care of me makes me feel warm and gooey inside. The thought of having Brian take care of me makes the flutters turn into full blown butterflies.
“What happens when you go to work?”
“There’s a daycare for Littles right in the middle of town. You’ll go there while I’m working. You’ll make friends. There are so many Little girls just like you on the island, Lacey. I bet you would love it.”
“I wouldn’t work?”
“Nope.”
“None of the Littles work?”
“Some do. Some have jobs they do from home, and some work at the businesses. Littles who work do wear more clothes while they are working, but they’re easily distinguished from Mommies and Daddies because they’re still diapered.”
