When he gently taps my bottom and tells me it's time to get up, I fight against the whine building in my chest. I don't want to get up. I want to stay in this bed with him forever, the way it should be. The way I wish it could be.
“How do you feel about pancakes for breakfast?” he asks once we're both standing.
I stretch my arms up. “Sounds perfect.”
Daddy watches the way his shirt rises with the movement. You can’t really see anything other than a little bit more of my legs since Daddy is so tall, but it's enough to have his gaze heating up. Part of me wants to encourage him to chase that feeling. I want to know what he tastes like. More than that, I want to know what he feels like.
Ever since last night, I have pictured what it would be like to have him inside me. Thinking about it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Food first,” he grumbles, having clearly picked up on where my thoughts went.
He leads me into the kitchen with a hand to my lower back. It feels rather formal considering we're barely dressed. Still, I do as he says and hop up on one of the kitchen counter chairs. It swivels side to side as I watch him and kick my feet.
Daddy pulls out all the ingredients he needs for pancakes and then gets to work. He hums as he mixes everything, and I can't help but become enamored by it. He's handsome in his own right with chiseled muscles defining his body and a smile that could stop traffic.
But it's the deeper parts of him that really fascinate me. The way he has been kind and caring. His openness even when it could have gotten a negative reaction. The way that he takes timeto guide me through each step of our relationship. It's all utterly perfect.
I might not have been into the kink lifestyle, however, if you pushed that part aside, he's pretty much everything I would want in a partner. Him being a Daddy fits something I didn’t even know I needed.
When he finishes the first batch of pancakes, he plates them up and sets them in front of me. “Syrup, whipped cream, honey? What's your poison?”
“Syrup,” I reply instantly. “And some fruit if you have it.”
He walks over to the fridge and pulls it open. “I don't get abs like this eating junk food every day.”
“Such a shame. Wouldn’t that be awesome. I’d have a ten-pack, Daddy!
He lets out a boisterous laugh while pulling out some pre-cut-fruit options. After he lays them on the counter, he goes to the cabinet and gets the syrup.
I get to work doctoring up my food while he makes his next. When he's completely done, he sits beside me and eats his own with just a hint of syrup. It's a really domestic scene. One I could not have imagined before yesterday, yet I find myself completely obsessed with.
After breakfast is over, Daddy pulls me into the living room, easing me down on the couch. “It's time for more cuddles. I think this time we should put a movie on too. Why don't you pick out something? It doesn't matter what. Anything is fine.”
He hands me the remote and heads off down the hallway. I'm sure it's so he can get a blanket to cover us up with. His house is chillier than I expected. My legs being exposed only heighten that fact.
When he returns with the comforter from his bed, I giggle. I'm still searching for something, yet nothing is appealing to me. Daddy sits down and covers both of our laps with a blanket.
“May I?” he asks, pointing toward the remote. “I have an idea based off of how last night went.”
I hand him the remote. My curiosity is strong enough I'm willing to risk whatever he has in mind. Then again he hasn't steered us wrong so far.
He opens up another app on the tv. After that, he goes about keying in the words “cat videos” in the search.
The screen fills with icons of various cat videos. From playing with toys to POVs where the camera looks as if it's on the cat's collar. I lean onto his shoulder because this right here is absolutely perfect. It's exactly what I would have chosen had I been awake enough to truly think about it.
Daddy selects one that is the POV of the cat. “Why don't we start here? I saw your eyes light up whenever I scrolled across it. I'm curious as to what they'll find too.”
When the video starts, we get to follow along with this cat as it rushes through what looks like a jungle from his POV, but it's probably just a bush. Then it jumps onto a concrete wall and travels down it with ease. At the end of the wall, it comes across another cat. They meow at each other back and forth for a bit as if having a conversation before it jumps down and takes off again. It then moves around a house, eats a couple of snacks, and lays down in the sun.
It feels like the most relaxing thing in the world to watch. When the video shuts off, I realize over an hour has passed. I blush as I look up at Daddy.
“Did we really just watch a cat video for over an hour?”
His laugh is all the response I need. He kisses the tip of my nose, then my forehead, and finally my lips. “I would watch cat videos with you all day if it made you smile like this. All I want is for you to be happy. With me preferably, but happy nonetheless. If videos of kittens do it, well then, I'm on board.”
“You do make me happy, Daddy,” I tell him earnestly. “I never imagined any of this would happen, but I don't want to lose it.”
“You won't lose me.” His voice is just as strong as mine.
