Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
It was hard to mourn the loss, though, when he wrapped me in his strong arms and held me tightly, his chin resting on the top of my head. He didn’t say anything, but I was soothed by the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear, and the motion of his hand up and down my spine. He could convey so much without a single word.
And this was it; the feeling I’d been chasing my whole adult life. The serenity and security I’d never experienced with another man. It made me want to pour myself out to him; to show my vulnerabilities and needs. I wanted to open my heart and fully present it to him, and I knew just the way to do it.
I tipped my face up and asked, “Daddy, can I play with my new toys?” Not only would I enjoy relaxing, it was important to show him that I was relaxed; that I was comfortable with him being in charge and looking after me while I let go.
“Of course you can, baby.” When he’d asked me before what I wanted to be called, I didn’t give him an actual answer, but ‘baby’ felt perfect. I was treasured, pampered, and under Daddy’s care. He kissed my hair and stepped back, allowing me to look around the room to choose.
I was immediately drawn to the Barbie dolls. I brushed their hair and changed their clothes a dozen times. I’d owned a few Barbies in the past, and was always jealous of their outfits. I wished they came in my size. For my tenth birthday, I asked my grandma to sew me a pink dress just like my Barbie doll, and she obliged. I wore it everyday after school until I finally outgrew it.
Next, I moved on to the makeup kit in the biggest pink box. It had lots of colors of blush and eyeshadow. It wasn’t the top quality stuff that I liked to wear for special occasions; this was just for play, which made it even better. I could try out new color combinations without worrying about wasting it.
I used some glittery blue eyeshadow, mixing it with silver. I liked the way it looked; it brought out the color of my eyes. But I didn’t want to just make my eyes look pretty, so I brushed on some mauve blush and red lipstick. When I turned to ask Daddy’s opinion, I found that he’d taken a seat on the bed and was watching me with a warm smile.
“You look very pretty, baby,” he gushed, and I batted my glittery eyes. “You’re really good at that.”
“Thank you. But do you know what I’m not good at?” I lifted a bottle of nail polish from the box. “This. I can make my left hand look pretty good, but my right hand always looks stinky. Can you help me?”
“First of all, your hand could never look stinky,” he argued, making me giggle. “But I’m happy to help. I do need to warn you, though; I’ve never done it before.”
“You’ll do great,” I encouraged, before crawling over to the bed. I stayed on my knees on the floor, and rested my hands on his thighs.
Daddy shook the bottle before twisting off the cap, and the chemical scent of the polish hit my nostrils. “I’ve always liked that smell,” I said, sniffing the air, but Daddy just looked at me like I was crazy while wrinkling up his nose, making me laugh again.
“Okay, here we go,” he said, balancing a large drop of blue polish on the end of the brush. He lowered it onto my nail, and the blob tried to run down my finger. “Oh my; that may have been a little too much.” Daddy tried to scoop the liquid back into the bottle, but it just slid down the side. “Oh dear - I’m making everything look stinky.”
I giggled as I watched him chase the drop with the brush. He finally trapped it, scooped it, and returned it to the bottle…mostly. He dipped the brush again, and this time, dabbed off the excess polish before touching it to my nail. With one gentle swipe, he painted the surface perfectly.
“There we go. Now I’m getting the hang of it,” he announced proudly. It wouldn’t matter to me if he didn’t get the hang of it and things stayed messy. I was just happy to be spending this time with him. He not only didn’t mind my hobbies, he encouraged them, and participated in them while trying his best, and that meant the world to me.
“How do they look?” Daddy asked once all of my nails were sparkly blue.
“They’re so pretty!” He made the coats even, and didn’t get that much polish on my skin. “And look; they match my eyelids.” I rested my fingers on my cheeks and blinked so that he could see the similar colors.