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Tears stream down my cheeks. "This story is amazing."
Bryce is brushing my hair as he reads, which is a Daddy and Little activity I didn’t even know existed. Right now, he’s working his way through a big tangle, and he’s grunting as he tries not to hurt me. "One second. I don't want to hurt your head."
Yank.
I squeal. "Youch. That was tough."
Bryce sighs. "Dang, boy. When’s the last time you brushed your hair? Perfect thick hair like this needs to be brushed every single day."
I squeeze Bob tight, trying to answer Bryce’s question. My mind is still on the story. "No clue."
Bryce massages my bum. "Are you thinking about the dump truck who found his way home, cutie?"
"Sure am." I don't feel any pain in my head as Bryce works out my tangles. No, all parts of me are solely focused on one thing. "He’s a brave dump truck. One who went through a lot to reach his job site."
Bryce kisses my neck. "I brushed out your tangles. Yes, you’re right. This story teaches us that we should never let obstacles stand in our way when we have a goal we want to reach. Remember when the dump truck was told that he was too big to fit on the street by the policeman?"
"Yes." Oh, I know the answer to this. Easy.
"Well, some people in the world are told the opposite. They’re too small to do certain things. That’s what you said some working guys said to you when you dropped off your resumé, boy. You believed them but they were wrong."
My spine burns with fresh tingles. "Really?"
"Like I said earlier, all you need is a strong hardhat, steeltoed boots, and a reflective vest. You’ll be welcome on any job site in New York."
I focus on an internal light that turns on inside of me. The light fills my body, it’s an orange light almost like the lights on dump trucks, and even my fingertips burn with warmth.
A single tear slips out of my left eye, and though I try to hold it back, my best efforts are in vain.
How many times have I wished I had a Daddy like Bryce? One who encouraged me, supported me, and told me I could do anything?
With Bryce, I don’t have to worry about not being able to achieve the impossible. What’s off-limits becomes on-limits with him, that’s for sure.
I relax into Bryce’s chest, so content that he’s my Daddy. He’s unlike any other man I’ve ever met, that’s for sure. I’m not too small, too petite, too puny, or too much of a dump truck-loving dweeb to be his boy.
"Only you could be my Daddy, Bryce. No one else gets me. They try to, but they can’t understand."
Bryce leans in, then drops a kiss behind my left ear. "That means so much to me. You know, I’ve had trouble keeping a forever boy of my own, sweetie. I’ve dated quite a few, but things never really work."
"I’m sorry."
"Don't be." Bryce chuckles. "I was convinced it was due to my size at first, but now I’m wondering if it’s because I’m so sensitive."
I turn around and throw my arms around Bryce’s neck. "I like that. I need that in a Daddy, Bryce. No men really get me—their souls are too hard to understand my needs. Just now for instance, only a really sensitive man could figure out how to play with me. You didn’t only tell me to have fun with the toys. You joined me, having just as much of a blast as I had. That’s something I didn’t see coming but it’s something that I needed."
"Thank you for saying that. Yes, I’m a sensitive Daddy and you’re a sensitive boy. Maybe we’re like peanut butter and chocolate sandwiches. Great by ourselves, but perfect together."
My cheeks heat up. "I agree."
Bryce pulls a candy bar off a shelf. "I wouldn’t usually give a squirrelly hyper boy like you candy, but it’s time for Daddy’s late-night snack. You deserve a bite."
Bryce takes a big, juicy bite of the candy bar. I watch as his jaw works up and down. The sight turns me on, and I clench my thighs together to fend off the tingles.
"Looks yummy." My whispered voice is so soft I can barely hear it.
"Open wide, boy."
I let my lips drift apart. There’s a tiny bit of spit on the upper, and it clings to the lower, stretching like a dewdrop falling off a blade of sun-kissed, sparkling prairie grass as I close my eyes and wait to welcome the bar.
