Page 119 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Arianna just watched her friend chatter on with a bemused expression and led us into the kitchen.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Grayson, as the memory of that fateful day flashed through my mind. Grayson had always been a good guy, and I was glad to see he was okay. And I was okay. We were both okay.

"Daddy!" Arianna yelled gleefully as we entered the kitchen. "You spanked me too soon. Look! Maren is here, and she brought someone with her! I think he might be her daddy!"

I couldn't help but snicker at her enthusiastic announcement, but I was nervous to be here, and see Grayson, and well, all of it. But it was a good kind of nervous.

He turned away from the stove and his smile faltered as Arianna introduced us. "Sorry," he said as he shook my hand. "You look really familiar."

"Does he?" Maren asked innocently. "I thought he might. Plate up some banana bread and have a seat. I've got one heck of a story to tell you guys."

Grayson smirked at her bossiness, but he did as was asked, and ten minutes later we were sitting in front of a plate of crumbs. Maren was finishing up her tale, and Grayson and Arianna were aghast, hanging onto her every word.

I licked the last bit of crumbs off my fingers and waited for her to finish.

"And that's how we ended up here," Maren finally said. "Is there any more banana bread, by chance? Or like, anything that isn't green beans? It doesn't matter what. I won't be picky."

Grayson opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Arianna slammed her open hand down in the center of the table.

"Hot damn!" she exclaimed loudly. "I guess you were wrong, Maren! Turns out Daddies really do grow on trees!"

Not having a clue what Arianna meant, I twisted my now normal sized body to look at Maren, who was giggling behind her hand.

“Well, it was more of a vine really, and he didn’t really grow on it, but you’re right,” Maren said, looking sideways at me. “I planted a magic seed, grew a giant beanstalk and ended up with a Daddy. So, by that logic, yes, Daddies do in fact, grow on trees.” Shaking my head at their logic, I reached under the table and grabbed her hand, folding her fingers through mine. In response, she leaned in to rest her head on my shoulder.

"I guess they do," I whispered.

The End

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