Ellery
“Are you little ones excited?” Daniel asked from the driver’s seat. Tristan and I were sitting together in the back seat, with Daniel as our chauffeur.
“Yes, I can’t wait to see Daddy’s painting!”
Tristan wiggled next to me, his excitement barely containable. “It’s gonna be so much fun! Do you think Zeke will be in his puppy gear?”
“I’m not sure, sweetheart. Zeke will be wearing whatever makes him comfortable.”
David had dropped me off at Daniel’s a few hours ago so he could help Jack set up for the event. I loved that there was hardly a moment when I was alone. Even if we weren’t in the same room together, there was always someone home with me. Some of my favorite times were when we were simply side by side, each doing our own thing. It was the quiet proof that all four of our lives were blending together. That we were truly becoming a family.
Even though he didn’t technically work for the club, David loved helping out, especially when it involved his paintings. The night before, as I was suckling his chest, Daddy told me why he loved helping out there. The club had become one of his safe spaces. My sweet, caring Daddy loved taking every chance he could to give back and help support his community.
I’d offered to go to the club early with Daddy, but he suggested I go over to Daniel and Tristan’s so I could relax before having to be at the crowded club. With it being an event night, we expected it to be pretty busy, so I’d agreed.
When we pulled into the parking lot, Zeke was getting out of his car and heading toward the door.
“Look, Ellie, it’s Zeke!”
“He’s here!”
Daniel parked the car and got out to help Tristan unbuckle his belt. He also offered to help me, but I said no. I wanted to hurry up and see my friend and my Daddy. He’d only been gone for a few hours, but I already missed him.
“Zeke!” Tristan shouted, grabbing Zeke’s attention. Zeke smiled as we approached, but before he even saw it coming, he had his arms full of a very excited little Tristan.
“I’m so excited!” Zeke giggled and wrapped his arms around Tristan, returning the hug.
“I’m excited too... and a bit nervous.” Wanting to help my friend, I joined the hug. It was a bit awkward trying to wrap my arms around both Tristan and Zeke, but I managed.
“It’s okay, Zeke, we’re here with you. Daniel’s here too.” I removed the hand wrapped around Tristan and pointed over to Daniel. “That’s Daniel, Tristan’s Daddy. He’s super nice and will help make sure you’re okay.”
Zeke turned to look at Daniel, his expression full of worry. Daniel smiled and was quick to help reassure our friend. “That’s right. If you need anything or anyone makes you uncomfortable, just let me know, and I’ll take care of it.”
I nodded my head dramatically, nearly bonking heads with Tristan. “My Daddy is here too, but he’s already inside. Both Daddies will make sure all three of us have the best night ever!”
Daniel hummed in agreement. “Mmhmm, we sure will. Come on, you three, let’s get inside.”
When we entered, Maggie was at the front desk chatting with Daddy. The second I laid eyes on David, I let go of Tristan’s hand and ran towards my Daddy. I slammed into him, my excitement too much to contain. He grunted and swayed backward a bit. “Sorry, Daddy. I missed you.”
Daddy smiled and wrapped his arms around. Daddy leaned forward to kiss my nose and then my lips. The sweet gesture always made me feel warm and fuzzy. “I missed you too, princess. Please be more careful next time.”
“I will, Daddy, I promise!”
Maggie helped Zeke with his paperwork, then began passing out all our bands. Daddy took my bands from Maggie and put them on me, and Daniel did the same for Tristan. Once Daddy had them secured around my wrist, I looked over to see Zeke struggling with his.
“Can I help?”
Zeke sighed in relief and handed me the bands. “Yes, please.” I took the wristbands from Zeke and he held out his arm so I could place them around his wrist.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Zeke!”
When we were all ready, Daddy opened the door to the club and led us all back to the changing rooms. Zeke watched with wide eyes as we made our way through the club. It was much busier than when we were here before, but thankfully, it wasn’t overwhelming. Although it was still early in the evening, so that would probably change.
“Wait, I don’t want to forget this time,” I called out as I came to a full stop.
Next to the changing rooms, there was a small wall with a bulletin board where they posted club news and members could advertise their kink-related businesses. “Daddy, can I please have our business cards?”
