Ellery squealed in delight and spun around, letting their gown float with the movement. They looked so incredibly happy and damn near ethereal.
As their spinning came to a stop, I grabbed their wrist and pulled them into me, so their back was pressed to my chest. “You look so beautiful, princess. Let’s go order the food and pick out a movie to watch.”
Ellery craned their neck to look up at me. Their eyes looked sad, and their bottom lip jutted out into a pout. “But you said I could see more paintings.”
My heart nearly stopped. At first, I thought they were just being polite, but they seemed genuinely upset. “You’re right, I’m sorry, princess. After I order the food, I’ll take you around the house and show you some of my work while we wait.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Peace settled over me as I took their hand in mine and led us to the main room. I grabbed the remote and pulled up a popular streamingservice before handing it over to Ellery. “Pick whatever you want, and I’ll order the food. Anything you’d like besides spaghetti?”
Ellery hummed thoughtfully and then gasped. “Can we get breadsticks, Daddy? Please.”
I stumbled backward and gasped in mock horror. “Spaghetti without breadsticks? What kind of monster do you think I am?”
Ellery covered their mouth and giggled. “You’re not a monster, Daddy. You’re my king!”
A lump formed in my throat, and my eyes suddenly stung with the threat of tears. I was overjoyed. Ellery continued to surprise me at every turn. Hearing them so boldly claim me as their king made me feel on top of the world.
I closed the short distance and placed a kiss on their hairline just below their tiara. “I’m honored, darling. If I’m your king, then you’re my precious little princess.”
A few minutes later, I had the food ordered and was carrying Ellery around my apartment. My sweet princess looked at every painting with eyes full of appreciation and wonder. It was like seeing my art for the first time again through their eyes.
“They’re all so beautiful, Daddy. You’re so talented.”
“Thank you, darling.
We were just about done looking at all the paintings in the apartment when we heard a knock at the door.
“SPA- GHETTI! SPA- GHETTI!”
I walked us back into the living room, chuckling at the cute way Ellery chanted “spaghetti.”
They continued their spaghetti cheer as I placed them on the couch. I turned on the TV and handed them the remote. “Here, princess, choose a movie while I get our food ready.”
“Okay, Daddy.” With Ellery on a mission, I headed to the front door and grabbed our food.
After placing our food on the table, I got comfy on the couch and patted my lap for Ellery to join me. Ellery cocked their head in confusion, so I patted my thigh again. “Come here, princess. Feeding you is Daddy’s job.”
Ellery shuffled forward and situated themself in my lap. I brushed a stray lock from their face and tucked it behind their ear. Their face was flushed, and their shoulders were tense.
“Is this okay, darling?”
Ellery’s blush deepened, and they squirmed in my lap. “Yes, Daddy. I um—”
Placing a hand on their back, I rubbed soothingly up and down their spine. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
Ellery’s blush deepened to a shade of red I didn’t know existed, and their squirming became more intense. “I really need to pee, and I was going to go, but then I thought about what you said about helping me go to the bathroom. Maybe it’s too soon to try that with you, butI want to. I was going to ask you, but then I got nervous and couldn’t make a decision.”
Like it was second nature, I grabbed their thighs and positioned them so they were straddling me before standing up and heading toward the hall. “Princess, do you want Daddy to help you go potty?”
Ellery buried their face in the crook of my neck and mumbled their reply. When we entered the bathroom, I set them on the counter and stepped back. “The only thing that matters is what you want. Do you want Daddy to help you go potty?”
Ellery squirmed, their blush deepening as it spread lower, disappearing under the practically see-through material of their nightgown. “Yes, please.”
Picking them up off the counter, I carried them the short distance to the toilet and set them down in front of it. Wrapping my arms around them, I bunched up the material of their skirt into one hand and used the other to trace circles above the hem of their panties.
Ellery squirmed in my hold, no doubt from needing to pee, but I couldn’t help but feel that they were also nervous. Ellery said it was difficult to get out of their head and fully let go, so I wanted to remind them as often as I could.
