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“I think it will be alright,” I answer. “If Doc was concerned, he would have already pushed Venom to the back and taken control. I don’t understand how that whole system works, but I guess now that Venom is more in control, everyone can be present the entire day and just watch as my brother lives his life.”
“I’m jealous, in a way,” she says. “I would love nothing more than to just fall asleep and let everyone else deal with this cancer crap. I hate doing it alone.”
“You’re not exactly alone, Bitsy,” I say. “You have one hell of a family who will fight right alongside you.”
“I guess that’s true.”
“And, you have me,” I continue. “When you’re starting to feel weak and tired, I’ll be right here to lend you my strength. We’ll get through this together. And, when we get to the other side, we can celebrate.”
“Before I tear that apart layer by layer, can I ask you a pretty personal question?”
Intrigued, I turn to my side, not letting go of her hand.
“You can ask me anything,” I tell her. “Nothing it too personal.”
“You say that now,” she mutters softly. “Okay, are you a Daddy?”
“No, I don’t have any kids,” I answer fully aware that wasn’t the context of her question.
“Oh boy. No, I mean, like DDlg type of Daddy. A Daddy dom.”
Chuckling, I squeeze her hand and decide to give the poor girl a break.
“I’ve never been in a situation where I had to decide one way or another if living that lifestyle was something I would be interested in,” I admit. “But I do realize that I take on some of those characteristics. Why do you ask? Are you a Little?”
“No,” she says softly. “I have been in situations where I’ve thought about it, though. But, in the end, calling someone Daddy apart from my own father doesn’t seem to interest me. I’m not a Little, but I do know that I’m an age regressor. My mom and I talked about how I sometimes don’t act my age but don’t really realize I’m doing it. Mom says I’m just playful but when we did some research, we found out it’s age regression. Do you think I’m weird?”
“Not even a little, Bitsy,” I answer honestly. “I’ve only known you a few short hours and I have seen you in such a regression multiple times already. Why did you ask if I was into the lifestyle?”
“Because you’re bossy,” she laughs. “But it’s more than that. You have a natural caregiver quality to you. You’re nurturing without even trying to be.”
I smile. “I like to take care of people,” I admit. “Especially those who mean something to me. And, you mean something to me, Bitsy. I can’t call it love. Not yet. But it is something deep and true. So, even if you try and push me away, I won’t be going anywhere unless I know for a fact that you have no interest in me being a part of your life. I will always do what’s best for you.”
“And you think what’s best for me, is you?” she teases.
“You’ve got it wrong, little one. I’m not what’s best for you. You’re what’s best for me. Now, sleep, Bitsy. I need rest if I’m going to take you to my brother’s club tomorrow. I’ll have to keep my wits if I’m going to kick the ass of every male who looks at you with lust-filled eyes.”
She laughs quietly, but I’m not lying. If one fucker so much as glances at her in a provocative way, I’ll break their fucking face.
***
Opening my eyes, I’m instantly aware of someone watching us sleep.
“If it weren’t for the fact that you’re sleeping completely clothed and on top of the blanket I would have slit your throat the second I walked into this room and saw you in the same bed as my daughter.”
“Can I ask you a question?” I respond quietly, glancing to make sure we’re not waking Bitsy.
“If you must,” Cap responds just as quietly.
“Did you know that Bitsy’s mom was meant to be yours the moment you met her?”
“Woah, going straight for it, huh, son?” he says instead of answering. “I’m not sure I know how to answer that question when your reasoning for asking is because of my precious little girl.”
“Honestly would be nice,” I say, turning to sit on the side of the bed facing the man leaning against the wall. “I’ve been in situations before where the potential for a lifelong relationship was there, but it never seemed right. Even after spending months getting to know the person.”
“And you think there is potential with my daughter?” he asks curiously. I thought for sure that I would have been dodging flying objects by now.
“No, sir,” I answer respectfully. “It’s passed potential. I can’t comprehend the feelings blasting through my body when it comes to your daughter. It took several hours for me to fall asleep as I tried to digest them enough to understand.”
