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That was very weird and not getting any better.
It was definitely going to be a problem.
He managed not to laugh, but it was close. Daddy almost giggled and it got even closer when he reached his hand out and I might’ve taken a deep breath. “We are in the grocery store, not a horror movie. Stop that or I’ll buy something gross.”
Shoot.
“I’m not scared.” I was just worried and skeptical and, oh…that wasn’t bad.
“See?” Daddy scoffed when I waited to let out a deep breath until he led me away from the rest of the yucky bread with the kind of good stuff still in his hand. “I think this is a reasonable compromise.”
“Me too…Gray…yes…Gray.” It might’ve had lots of extra vitamins added and was something called white whole wheat, which was very sketchy, but it looked soft and fluffy…and it didn’t have seeds.
I was so distracted, I didn’t even notice when we stopped at the peanut butter part.
Stores were always so nice and put that right by the bread.
And peanut butter wasn’t the same as yucky nuts, so it was good too.
“Do you have any allergies, cutie?” He waited until I shook my head to reach for the…oh…
I might’ve said that out loud because Daddy laughed. “Oh ye of little faith.”
He’d picked out chocolate peanut butter.
“I’m going to be very good and not argue with you about breakfast, Daddy.” Oops.
Our aisle was clear, but the giggle that came from the next one over said I hadn’t been as quiet as I’d hoped. Letting out a sigh, I shrugged as Daddy clamped his lips together so he wouldn’t laugh out loud.
When he got his giggles under control, he grabbed the regular kind too and nodded toward the jelly. “Do you have jelly just in case you want a sandwich for breakfast instead?”
“I can do that?” That was a thing? “I like sandwiches.”
Yay, I’d managed not to say Daddy.
It was exhausting.
“Yes, you can do that.” He was shaking his head as his hand went to the strawberry kind and just hovered.
Oh, he was so nice.
“Yes, that one, Daddy.”
Oops.
They giggled again.
“This is really hard.” I managed to whisper that part, but Daddy just started snickering as he led me away from all the yummy goodness.
He’d managed to stop laughing by the time we checked out, but the lady who was helping us kept looking at him weird. Daddy was too happy for peanut butter and jelly, evidently.
“All set.” When we got back in the car, he looked very pleased with himself. “I think we make a pretty good team. You worry and then I show you it wasn’t as bad as you thought.”
Hmm, he might’ve had a point.
“You were the best Daddy ever. I have chocolate for breakfast. That’s better than oatmeal cookies.” I was still going to be more careful and make sure he was happy before we did this again, though. “And I was very good. Don’t forget that, Daddy.”
He laughed as he started driving us home.
Yay, spanking time.
“I’m not going to forget. I’m also not going to forget that woman who kept giggling.” Daddy looked like he wanted to shake his head. “She was too old to be giggling like a kid just because you called me Daddy.”
I thought so too, but I shrugged. “You’re very sexy and I’m very cute. She probably couldn’t help it.”
Daddy scoffed. “You’re so silly.”
No, he was so silly, but I didn’t tell him that when he reached over and took my hand to distract me. “Have you decided what kind of happy you want?”
Oh, that was so hard.
“No. There are too many good options.” Listing them all out didn’t sound smart when he was driving and I wasn’t my biggest big. That kind of talk made some Daddies nervous. “Will you pick, Daddy?”
Yes, I didn’t want to be in charge.
That meant thinking and I’d done enough of that lately.
“You’re a good picker because you got me chocolate and jelly for breakfast.” When he groaned, I sat straighter and smiled. “But not at the same time. I know I only get one on my toast.”
Mixing them would be yucky.
Chocolate went with orange marmalade…everyone knew that.
“I’m glad you understand.” Daddy was so proud of me he squeezed my hand. “You did a very good job in the grocery store.”
“Kind of.” I sighed and pouted a tiny bit. “There was the Daddy thing.”
I hadn’t meant to call him that, but it’d just popped out and as I looked down at our hands, I wasn’t sure I could promise it wouldn’t happen again.
“I told you I didn’t mind that.” He looked over at me as we stopped at a light. “You remember that, right?”
“What if it’s not Daddy but something like Sir when it’s not the right place?” As his fingers rubbed mine, I tried to organize my thoughts. “What if I’m not littlish like I was in the grocery store but I still get distracted and call you Daddy or Sir or something like that?”
