“Drew? A nickname? Not to my face.” I smirk. “My brothers have called me plenty of things, and I’m sure you’ll hear them soon enough, but not Drew. Why?”
“Hmm. Would it bother you if I did? You have all these names for me, then I’d have one for you, too.”
“You already have one for me—Daddy, remember?” I answer as I push the loose strands of her hair out of her face. We should take a shower, and I’ll help with the remaining pins in her hair.
Will I ever get tired of seeing her pink cheeks? Never. I hope I can always make her blush. It makes me want to beat my chest like Tarzan and scream, “Mine.”
“But I can’t call you that outside of here,” she pleads.
“Sure you can. None of my brothers would blink an eye.” I quirk an eyebrow at her. I am only teasing, though. I would love her to call me Daddy all the time, but Drew works just fine.
Jaclyn’s pouty face is pitiful, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Okay, little bit, you can call me Drew.”
“Yay! Thank you,” she hesitates for just a moment, “Daddy.”
Smirking, I smack her butt. One day soon, I’ll give her a proper spanking. I can’t wait to see my red handprint on her soft ass.
“Ouch, what was that for?” She reaches behind her to rub the sore spot. I barely patted her; she’s in for a rude awakening if she breaks my rules. Fuck. That reminds me, we haven’t discussed them yet.
“For being sassy. We’ll go over your rules later, but you don’t get to sass Daddy, or roll your eyes at me, and absolutely no lying. Three should be easy to remember. We’ll add to them later. Now, let’s get cleaned up.”
“I’m going on record as filing an objection against said rules, Daddy.” Then nods, like it’s a done deal.
I snort, then say, “Sorry, think of me like the Supreme Court—the ultimate authority. But go ahead, little bit, break the rules, and we’ll see how you like my punishments.”
“That’s not fair,” she grouses.
“Oh, baby, what made you think I’d play fair? Now, c’mon, let’s get cleaned up. You need to eat and drink.”
She rolls off me and stands up. I miss the connection instantly. I hop out of bed and scoop her into my arms, carrying her into the bathroom.
“Are you ever going to let me walk again?” With her arms around my neck, she gazes at my face, then kisses my cheek.
“I’ll think about it.” I chuckle as I regulate the temperature in the shower, then turn her around so I can pull the pins from her hair.
“Oh. My. God. Don’t look at me,” she squeaks. “Why didn’t you tell me what a mess I am?”
I look at our reflection in the mirror and only see how beautiful she is. Why can’t she see herself as I do? “Baby, you’re not a mess, just well-loved. I’ll do it again every chance I get, too.”
“You’re blind, Drew. My hair is all over the place. The flowers are crushed, and I look like a raccoon. I even used the waterproof stuff. Ugh. How is it possible you still look like a cover model?”
Leaning down, I kiss the sensitive spot beneath her ear. My cock twitches against her back when she shudders in response. “All I see is my precious wife. One day, I hope you’ll learn to see yourself through my eyes, Sweetpea. Now hold still so I can get these things out of your hair.”
She watches us in the mirror as I search through the hair still braided and piled on her head, dropping the bobby pins onto the counter and tossing the flowers into the trash as I find them.
“How many of these freaking things did they put in?” I grunt in frustration, and she giggles.
“Hannah said she wanted to make sure it would hold through the ceremony.”
“Yeah, well, I think you could have walked through a hurricane and some of these would still be stuck in your hair.”
Finally, her thick, dark-brown hair is free from its confines. Sliding my fingers through her soft tresses, I want to insist she always leave it down, but I know better. Imposing too many changes too quickly will make her freak out, and that’s the last thing I want.
Jaclyn nods. “I’m sure you’re right, but she did a beautiful job.”
“I’ll make sure to thank them for helping you. Okay, time to get up.”
Smiling, I lead her into the shower enclosure. It’s another first for us, and I will relish it like all the other firsts. When she reaches for the shampoo, I take it from her. “Let me take care of you.” I’m expecting another objection from my little attorney, but she just turns toward the tiled wall.
