He was so silly.
“You brought me meat at lunch and helped me make dinner.” I shrugged. “That’s two.”
He got a thinking frown. “This is not leading into our third date.”
Was he big serious about that?
“Second?” Yes. “Compromise. Yes.”
Daddy tried to look serious, but he laughed and shook his head like I was silly. “Are you comfortable with me giving you a bubble bath, cutie?”
Of course.
“It’s a Daddy job.” Oh well. “Unless you have limits.”
Did Daddy have bathtime limits?
“Do you got bath limits?” Hmm? “What are your Daddy kind of limits?”
He groaned.
Ha.
I was gonna get a bubble bath.
“This is a hard conversation for a first date, cutie.”
“Second.” I was helpful and didn’t let Daddy forget our compromise.
“Fine. Second.” Daddy made big sounds but he kept rubbing my back so I didn’t worry. Some Daddies were just dramatic. Everybody knew that. “I’m…”
Worried.
“You already did the hard stuff.” Baths were happy. “Me and bubbles and toys. That’s fun easy stuff.”
“I’m worried about making the wrong choices and upsetting you.” Daddy took a big breath and let it out slow. “I’m also worried about saying things wrong. I’ve never had a Little before.”
Littles were easy.
He’d see.
But I had a worrier Daddy, so I petted his head and made soft sounds. “I use my stoplight if I don’t like something and I’ll tell you what I like. I’m good at talking.”
He laughed. “Okay, yes. You’re a good talker.”
No more worries for Daddy.
“You’re a nice person and a helper. You’re nice to the rude pizza lady who glares. You’re not messy and you didn’t yell at me for being upset this morning.” Or for buying a silly grill.
So many pieces.
Ugh.
No thinking about pieces.
“You’re cute.” Ha. That made Daddy smile. “And you saved me.”
Daddy tried to look serious. “What’s something wrong with me?”
