Page 13 of Daddy's Little Fighter
“What’s got you laughing?” Daddy asked.
She shook her head.
“Ah, you have to tell Daddy, though.” He gave her a pointed look.
“It just sounded like you were selling a product, like you were trying to sell them to me. Make them look all good so that I can’t say no.” She giggled once again.
Daddy shook his head and chuckled.
“How are you feeling about everything?” Daddy softly spoke.
Sighing, she closed her eyes for a brief second.
“Frankie?”
“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “It’s a lot, but I’m thinking about stuff. I don’t know if I want to message them back.”
What if they demanded to meet up with her tomorrow? What if they didn’t understand she wasn’t ready to do anything outside yet?
“What are you worried about?” Daddy asked.
Frankie suppressed a shrug, knowing that if she did that, Daddy would still make her answer. But sometimes she wanted to just jiggle her shoulders and that would be the end of it. Daddy would never allow that to happen, and sometimes Frankie was grateful for that.
“Them pushing me to leave the house when I’m not ready,” she whispered.
Frankie liked to please people, and if enough people asked, she was worried she would go out when she wasn’t ready. She was really concerned it be worse than last time.
She didn’t know if she would ever be ready.
“Frankie. Little One,” Daddy cooed at her. “They know you don’t want to leave the house, and they are okay with that. They aren’t going to pressure you into leaving. Will they ask questions? Probably, but I’ve told them to limit them.”
They stared at each other for several seconds, neither of them speaking.
“If you do feel like they are pressuring you, you tell someone. You can even thell them. They don’t want that and will feel awful if they realize they unintentionally upset you,” Daddy explained.
If she told Daddy they were pressuring her and he told their Daddies, Frankie was going to feel bad, and then the other Littles would feel bad, and then she would feel even worse. It was a cycle that she didn’t want to get into.Her brain was running away with her.
“Frankie, promise me that if they start to pressure you to go outside when you aren’t ready, that you will tell me or talk to them.” Daddy gave her a stern look.
Frankie clenched her jaw.
“Little bit.” His voice held warning.
“Fine.” She sighed. “I will talk to you if they start to pressure me.”
Now she just had to make sure that if they actually did talk with her, they never got onto the topic, so there wasn’t any chance of it happening.
“Good.” Daddy kissed her temple.
Frankie snuggled into his chest and relaxed. She had a feeling the next couple of days were going to be exhausting with the Littles messaging her. And Frankie knew Daddy would make her take longer naps to combat her crankiness.
“I’m still unsure,” she mumbled into his chest.
“Just message with them for a while and then think. You don’t have to come to any decision today or tomorrow,” Daddy gently said. “Take your time and get to know them.”
“O-otay,” she whispered.
A smile blossomed across his face. “I’ve got to get back to work, but be expecting a message.” He kissed the top of her head and walked out of the room.
