Page 12 of Daddy's Little Fighter
“You can give them my number,” she said before she could stop herself.
Frankie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Had she really just told him to give the other Littles her number?
“Little One?” Daddy gently said. “Can you look at me?”
Frankie opened her eyes and looked at him.
“I don’t want you to agree just to make me happy. I want you to agree because you really want to,” Daddy grabbed her hand and squeezed gently. “I want you to be okay with them being able to contact you.”
Did she really want them to have her number, or was she just agreeing to make Daddy happy? Frankie thought it was a bit of both. She wanted to see whether the other Littles really didn’t mind that she had Essential Tremors or if Dominic and Daddy were lying to her.
“You can give them my number,” she reiterated.
There was only one way to see if they were telling the truth, by talking to the other Littles. And she didn’t have to see them in person if she didn’t want to. This was just texting.
“I’m proud of you.” He smiled. “I’m always proud of you.”
“There’s nothing to be proud of,” she mumbled.
Frankie knew Daddy wasn’t trying to make her feel bad, but him telling her he was always proud of her just didn’t sit well with her. She hadn’t done anything to deserve that.
“Baby,” he gently said, helping her into his lap and holding her close to him. “You may not see it, but I do. Several months ago, you didn’t want to do anything with the other Littles, didn’t even want their phone number. Several months ago, you wouldn’t have stepped out of the house, but you did a couple of days ago. I’m proud of you.”
Tears pooled in Frankie’s eyes as she looked at Daddy.
“I know,” he whispered as he brought her head to his chest and slowly started to rock them back and forth. “But everything is going to be okay. I am very proud of you.”
Daddywasproud of her.
Frankie didn’t realize how much she needed to hear those words until now. Holding onto Daddy’s shirt, she let the silent tears fall down her face as Daddy held her.
“I’ve got you,” Daddy whispered in her ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”
They sat in silence for several minutes before Frankie pulled away and looked at Daddy.
“I want you to know that I don’t expect you to go out after talking to them over text,” Daddy explained. “I just want you to talk to them and see if you would be interested in meeting them in person at the house or at a coffee shop.”
Unease filled Frankie’s stomach at the thought of going into a coffee shop where everyone could stare at her and make fun of her. Was that their plan the whole time? Frankie’s breathing picked up as she thought about the scenario. It had happened before, and she didn’t want it to happen again. She didn’t think she would be able to survive it again.
“Wow, baby. Deep breath in and slowly let it out. Good girl. Now, let’s do it again.” Daddy cupped her face, forcing her tolook him in the eye as he calmed her down. “You don’t need to go to the coffee shop tomorrow. That can be several months from now or even a year. But it’s something to work toward.”
Right. Shecouldwork toward that. And if she couldn’t, Daddy would probably forget about it in a month or two. That was, if none of the other Littles talked to him about it. And if she really didn’t want to do it in a couple of months, Daddy wouldn’t force her to do it.
He had never forced her to do anything she didn’t like… unless it was a punishment. Then he doubled down and went through with it. But she deserved those since she was naughty.
“I’m going to give the other Littles your phone number real quick. Just to warn you. I would expect a text right away,” Daddy prepared her. “They have been talking to their Daddies about this for a while. To say they are excited to talk to you is an understatement. They are very excited to get to know you.”
“Why?” Frankie asked. “They don’t know me.”
She had never met these Littles in her life, and they wanted to get to know her that badly? Who were they?
“You’re right, they don’t. But they saw you on Halloween, and they know I have a Little girl of my own. They are curious and want to know you. They want to be friends with you,” Daddy explained, rubbing his thumb across her cheek. “They are the types of Littles who don’t want people to be alone and will do anything in their power to get you to join their group, even if in the beginning you don’t want to. They want to be your friends and have play dates with you. They have a lot of playdates at the club or at their houses.”
And Frankie didn’t know how to feel about that. They were complete strangers to her and all of a sudden they want to invite her into their group? Was there some ulterior motive?
“They are the sweetest people you will meet. They don’t want anything bad happen to anyone and will protect you with theirlives, even if it means getting out of their comfort zone to do it. They are fierce and loyal.” Daddy chuckled. “Sometimes too fierce and loyal, but they are good people.”
It was like Daddy was trying to sell them to her. Frankie giggled at the thought.
