“Mmm.” Sliding his hand down my body, he cups the thick diaper covering my mound and presses against my already throbbing clit. “As much as I’d love to strip this diaper off and fill your pretty pussy with my cum, we’re about to have company.”
Before I can ask what he means, the bedroom door flies open. “Chivaree!”
Oh, god. Not again.
Panic claws at my chest, but Daddy presses a kiss to my hair, his arms tightening around me. “It’s okay, baby. This is a different part of the celebration.”
“You’re not gonna…” I let the implication hang between us and Daddy chuckles.
“No, baby, not right now. This part is all about you.” He gives my hip a gentle pat. “Be a good girl and sit up so our family can give you your presents.”
“Presents!” That single word jolts me into action and I scramble to sit up in bed. We’re surrounded by our family, and every single one of them is beaming at me, like they couldn’t be happier to see me.
Which, considering how naughty I was last night, seems unlikely. And yet… here they are.
Uncle Axel steps forward to hand me a heavy, oddly wrapped package. Covering the paper are dozens of different dinosaurs, each wearing party hats, and everything inside me lights up. “Dinos!” I squeal, taking the package from Uncle Axel and running my hand lovingly over the print.
Chuckling, Uncle Axel bounces Lanie on his hip. “A little birdie told us you liked them, and we happen to have a ridiculous stash of wrapping paper in the attic because your Auntie Gray is a soft touch.”
“I amnota soft touch,” Auntie Gray grumbles, her eyes narrowing. “It’s called giving back to the community, Ax.”
Beside her, Uncle Eli grunts. “It’s called being a sucker for little kids with big puppy-dog eyes and well-rehearsed sob stories.”
Auntie Gray snarls at him, but Uncle Axel shuts them both down with a glare. “Anyway,” he says pointedly, “this is part of our tradition to welcome new brides to the family. Each of us has something for you that will help you and your Daddy have a long, happy marriage.”
Curious now, I carefully peel the tape from the seam of the wrapping paper, doing my best not to rip anything in the process.
I’m rewarded with what appears to be a large wooden cutting board.
“Um. Thank you. It’s very pretty.” I run my fingers over the gorgeous script burned into the center of the board. CT & TT. Our initials.
Emotion swells in my chest. It really is beautiful, even if I’m not really sure why we need our own cutting board.
Taking the board from my hand, Daddy bounces it, as if testing its weight and a grin stretches across his handsome face. “You’re getting better and better at this, Ax. I have a feeling this will get plenty of use.”
“Oh, do you like to cook?”
At my question, the room erupts into laughter. Daddy wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close so he can press a kiss to my temple. “It isn’t for cooking, little firecracker.”
“It isn’t? What is it, then?”
“It’s a paddle, for Daddy to use when you’reextranaughty.”
Heat floods my face. “Oh. Well. I don’t think I like this present after all.”
Another round of laughter sweeps the room, and when I peek up at Uncle Axel, he’s doing his best to glare at me. The effect is somewhat ruined by the twitching of his beard that tells me he’s trying not to laugh and the tension in my shoulders immediately eases.
“Our turn,” Uncle Bram says, shouldering Uncle Axel aside and holding out a flat rectangle wrapped in the same dinosaur paper Uncle Axel used.
With the same care as before, I peel the wrapping paper from the next present, praying it isn’t another thing for Daddy to punish me with. And when I uncover a book with a picture of a dinosaur on the front, I can’t help but let out another excited squeal. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Uncle Bram! I love it!”
“Josie picked it out. I told her about your love of dinosaurs and she insisted we give you this one. But there are a few more in the library downstairs if you want something else to read.”
“I’d love that, thank you.” I shift my attention to the grinning Little girl in his arms. “And thank you for picking this one out for me, Josie. It’s perfect.”
Taking the book from me to set it aside, Daddy beams at me. “Good job using your manners, little one. You’re making Daddy very proud.”
I swear every word of praise from his mouth makes me feel a hundred feet tall. “Thank you, Daddy.”
