by Rachel Burns
Brian didn't have any complaints with his little Amelia. She was as good as she could be. Even when she was naughty, it was quickly cleared up.
He often thought that it was destiny that he had become her daddy. Amelia needed someone who could take care of her.
She was so emotional; her feelings were so easily hurt.
What would it have meant to her if her father had taken a day off, and let her look for Easter eggs in the garden? She would have been thankful, so thankful that she would have been loyal to him her entire life.
Amelia didn't need much. She just wanted the exact thing that he wanted. He wanted someone who would love him just the way he was.
Brian kissed her shoulder before he laid his head down on his pillow.
He had lain down with her when he brought her to bed, but, like most evenings, he got up and did what he needed to around the house. He spoke to servants and looked through his mail, digital as well as actual mail.
This evening, they’d had looked through the pictures that he had taken today. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at how beautiful she was. Her smile was amazing.
He had made this a special day for her.
Her father had somehow taught her that she didn't deserve to have days like today. She had to be strong and step over the invisible lines that her father drew up everywhere and warned her not to cross.
Amelia was the only person who would ever be special in his heart. This was also his only chance to be special to someone else, someone who wasn't using him for his name or his money.
He would take care of her and buy her pretty dresses. She would never want to leave him.
She was his, and she was with him because she loved him.
Him, with all of his faults, she loved him and needed him.
He would prove that he was worthy of her love. Come what may.
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I sat down on the bench at school and thought things through. There was going to be a parents evening soon. Rose was busy working with a real artist.
The theme was apple blossoms. This would be the last school activity of the year. Daddy's could throw apples and win things for their little girls. There would be lots of stands with different things to do. Even a carousel would be built up.
Everyone but me was looking forward to it. I had different things to worry about. My period still hadn't come. The last one had been in January.
I was pregnant.
It was now late April. That meant I was already four months along. I was starting to show a little. It was hardly noticeable, but I was looking.
My tummy was no longer concave but nicely rounded out. Daddy had noticed and bragged about how well I was taking to my new life. He was pleased with my color and tummy.
Nanny had gotten me new bras. She also commented that I looked better with a bit of meat on my bones. They thought that I was fattening up because I was getting three meals a day.
Four months, that meant that it would be too late for an abortion. My hand moved to cover my tummy.
Abortion, I hated that word. It made me feel very protective. No one was allowed to hurt my baby. I had to do what I could to protect the baby.
What should my next step be?
Should I go to Daddy and tell him?
Would he punish me, thus hurting my baby?
Would he want to raise her as my sister?
So much was going through my head that I felt sick. I had eaten quickly. Now others were starting to join me outside in the sun.
No one noticed that I was in inner turmoil. How could they with the smile that was on my face? I was pretending that everything was okay so no one would ask questions.
I wasn't handling this situation well. In fact, I wasn't handling it at all. I was pushing things off for tomorrow.
My friends sat down around me and talked about this and that, nothing that really interested me. They made jokes, saying that one of the older daddies might have a heart attack if he tried to win a stuff animal for his little girl. Then they went on to guess which girl's daddy that would be.
This was something that I never joined in with, but I listened to them.
If Rose had more time for me, she would notice that something was wrong and be able to help me. I would have confided in her, and she might know what to do about everything. She was just so much more grown up than I was.
When we returned to our classroom, I looked at her. She was glowing with excitement.
“Amelia, the one I'm working on now is going to be the best ever. I have such a good feeling about it. My daddy is going to be thrilled.” She was talking about her latest painting.
I didn't want to burst her bubble by announcing that I was having troubles. Maybe things could still go away by themselves. I didn't want my baby to go away. It would be the one person who loved me no matter what.
Rose jabbered on and on until the teacher came in.
“On May 16th and 17th will be having our final exams. I'm giving everyone a list of things you must know for the test. They are all things that we covered this year. I recommend that you all do well on these tests. The summer can get very long when your daddy has you at home all to himself, and you don't have a chance to redeem yourselves until September.”
I looked over the list. This was something that I could concentrate on.
First, I would worry about finals, then about the baby.
Just like with a checklist, first one thing then the next.
I handed Nanny the list when I got out of school. She looked it over in the limousine.
“This is a lot. I'll work out a plan, so you can reread everything and make tests of my own. I've never had a little girl in the highest class before. It is really a lot more demanding than I thought. I'll explain to your Daddy that you need to study this weekend and until the tests. He can make other plans that way.”
“Yes, Nanny. I’ll make you proud.”
“I know you will. I'm not worried about that. It's just that you enjoy a very good reputation at your school. We don't want to do anything to jeopardize that.”
“I won't.” I looked over at her. If I had a baby, then I couldn't go to school. School seemed so important to them.
Was it more important than baby's life?
It wasn't to me.
Daddy sighed and nodded when he heard about studying. He informed us that he would indeed make other plans. Daddy felt that he was neglecting his friends. I didn't want him to do that.
I asked him about his friends and what they did when they were together.
He asked me what I guessed they did.
“You sip brandies and smoke cigars, maybe?” I offered as an idea.
“No, we never do that. We go out to eat and talk a lot. Sometimes, we realize that we are getting a little fat, so we play tennis or something along those lines.” Daddy could hardly stop grinning.
I nodded satisfied with his answer.
“How are things going at school?” Daddy wiped his mouth on his napkin and laid it beside his plate.
“Fine. We are busy with the fair. Do you have time that day?” I was nervous that he would be too busy to come. He didn't talk about it like he talked about the Christmas Party at school.
“Don't worry. I'll be there. I won't be leaving your side that day.”
I sat up straighter and smiled at him. “That means a lot to me, Daddy.”
Daddy smiled back at me in a mischievous way. “Does she have to study this evening, Nanny?” Daddy left his eyes on me as he asked her that. It was so obvious that he wanted to sleep with me that I blushed.
“We are finished for today, sir.” Nanny answered him.
“Good, then let's go up to our room.” He stood up and held his hand out to me.
I took it, and we went up.
“Our wedding anniversary is coming up soon. Do you have any idea how we could celebrate it?” he asked me.
I hadn't even thought about it. We had almost been together for a whole year. It
seemed like longer. That wasn't a good sign. “I can't think of anything. You decide.”
“Is there anything that you would like to do? I mean, something that you always wanted to do but couldn't.”
I saw a picture in my head of me driving a red convertible. I had a long white scarf wrapped around my head and sunglasses on. The sun was setting, and the wind took the scarf, unraveling it from my head. Freedom, I had always wanted to be free.
“I can't think of anything, Daddy. Maybe we could visit your brother and Nancy in Texas.” That might be a chance for me to get away.
“Maybe. It sounds like you would like to travel. I'll figure out some place where we can go.”
“I'd liked that. We had a nice time in Europe last summer. We could do something that like over here.”
“Niagara Falls is a classic vacation spot. We could do that one weekend.”
“Sure. I'm open to everything.”
“Are you open to a bit of play in bed?”
I grinned at him, dropping my eyes. “Yes, Daddy.” I blushed.
“A year later and she is still a blushing bride,” Daddy said to himself. He opened the door to his bedroom and let me go in first.
Daddy was being very passionate, but the sex had been rougher.
My body liked it, but I worried about the baby.
Was sex good for a baby?
The whole point of sex was, basically, to get pregnant, and I already was.
Were we doing something wrong?
Nevertheless, it felt so right. I felt warm in a way that I never had before. It was a warmth that started deep inside of me and then spread all over my body.
All I needed was Daddy's body over mine, and in mine. Only he could make me feel this special.
I grabbed onto his bottom and tried to get him to go faster. I was pushing him into me as hard as I could. His back cheeks were so strongly muscled, even more so than when we had gotten married. I was helping him built up muscle back there. That also proved that he wasn't a Casanova before I came along.
“Harder, Daddy,” I demanded.
Daddy stopped moving.
My eyes moved to his.
“Amelia, I need you to settle down. Your heart is going crazy. Relax a little.”
I felt like he had slapped me. I was too wanton for him. I rolled my head away from him, so I didn't have to look into his eyes.
“I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that you have become a very demanding lover in the meantime.”
“I'm sorry.” I choked out the words. I wanted to be alone now. I had embarrassed myself.
“That's okay. There is no one else I would rather be with than you. The thing is I can't keep up with you.”
I jerked my head away when his fingertips brushed against my cheek. I tried to move out from under him.
“Young lady, you are being very naughty. You are giving me the feeling that there are things that I can't tell you. We didn't want that kind of marriage, remember? We each have the right to say something when something has gotten to be too much for us.”
I looked back at him, mad. I remembered me asking him if he could stop this whole Daddy thing while he had his head on my lap in his office. He had ignored me.
Everything was a lie.
He would say whatever he wanted and change the rules around, so he could get what he wanted, when he wanted it.
I wanted to hit him so badly. I had never had the right to free speech in this house.
In fact, I had to be very careful with what I said. One wrong word, and I would land over his knees.
I knew exactly which word would get his dander up the most: Brian. I wanted to call him by his name. My lips were already forming a B.
I knew what would happen if I said his name. First he would punish me, and then he would tighten the reins.
My hand flew to my mouth to cover it. My heart had wanted to pick a fight, but my brain had saved me. I closed my eyes and felt warm tears flooding out of them.
“Sweetheart, you don't have to be ashamed. I was just worried.”
I twisted under him trying to get away from him. I was shocked about what had become of me. Daddy grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away from my face. I hated that he was stronger than I was.
No matter what, he won.
“Hey, Sweetheart. Don't cry. Daddy loves you so much. I like that you like being with me. It was my fault. I couldn't keep up with you. I just probably need to hit the gym a little more often. I'm sorry I said something.”
I brought my knee up to my chest and twisted away from him. I felt his penis slip out of me. I rolled away from him and got up.
“Amelia, don't leave. Please, don't be mad.”
I tried not to, but I sniffled as I went to my room. I closed the door behind me. I closed every door that I could between us. I really wanted to be left alone.
I was surprised that he didn't follow me. Technically, I wasn't allowed to just take off.
I showered myself off, thinking that I really wasn't old enough for anything that was going on here. My body had grown faster than my mind had.
I dried myself off still surprised that Daddy hadn't followed me.
I stood in front of my closet and picked out a soft pajama, which went over my head and fell to my ankles. It was hot outside, but still I wanted to feel warm and wrapped up.
I was about to put myself to bed when I heard the door opening. I ducked down and hid in the back of my closet. I pulled my feet in tightly when the closet door opened.
“Amelia?”
I watched his feet walked back and forth from my hiding spot. Daddy was dressed again too. He went back to my bedroom and walked around in there for a moment.
Then he came back and knocked on Nanny's door.
When she didn't answer, he knocked louder. “Nanny Prim?”
The door opened very quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“Is Amelia with you?”
I shook my head.
“No, she isn't sir. Is the child missing?” Nanny sounded very worried.
“Never mind, Nanny. I see a tiny foot.” Daddy sounded like he was laughing.
I pulled my feet in closer to my body and wrapped my arms around my legs, so they would stay put.
“Of course, sir. Good evening.” Nanny sounded happy too. The door closed, and I saw Daddy's feet move, so he was standing right in front of me.
“Will you please come out?”
Again I shook my head. The dresses that were dangling in my face moved, making it even more obvious where I was.
Daddy reached forward and divided the dresses above my head, moving them to the left and right. Daddy was smiling down at me. “I apologize with my whole heart. It was my fault.”
“No, you're right Daddy. We should both be able to say something when we don't like how things are or if we have problems.”
Daddy knelt down in front of me. “I think so too. Is there room for me in there too?”
“I guess so.” I moved over so Daddy could sit next to me.
Once Daddy was comfortable, he laid his arm around me. My head landed on his chest. “You have no idea how much I love you.”
“I think I love you more,” I informed him.
“No way. I love you so much that I can't be a topped,” Daddy teased me.
“You think that because you are a man, but women have bigger hearts, ergo we can love more.”
“Nonsense,” he protested.
“No, it isn't. It even says so in the bible.”
“The bible?”
“Hell has no fury like a woman scorn. She loved someone who disappointed her, and then she got mad.”
“Really? But there are so many songs about a man being broken about a woman who didn't love him back.”
“Yes, but if she did, she would have loved him more.” I moved my arm, so it was around my tummy.
“So what does that mean?”
“It means; I love you more than you can imagine.”
; Chapter 6 – Amelia's Birthday
Brian quietly lay down in bed next to his wife. Everything that he had to do was finished. The rest was up to the servants. He had clearly told his butler what he wanted.
Today should be special for Amelia and all of her little friends. He hadn't invited the girls that he knew that Amelia didn't get alone with. No one should rain in her parade today.
The florists had arrived bright and early with all the arrangements that he ordered. The house had been cleaned from top to bottom. Brian was even prepared in case it started to rain. He had a movie picked out. If the girls got too wild, he would send them up to the theater. Most of the girls were arriving with their nannies.
Hopefully, things would run smoothly. Amelia got upset so easily. She cried at the drop of the hat.
It was just taking her awhile to get used to her new life.
The cake already arrived too. It was beautiful, even bigger than their wedding cake.
It was a shame that he couldn't invite Travis over. Cindy and Amelia just hadn't hit it off.
Brian didn't blame Amelia for that. It wasn't her fault that she had zero tolerance for loud wild girls. That wasn't the type that he wanted playing with his little girl anyway.
He hoped that she would like her presents. She hadn't mentioned her birthday at all. No hints were dropped about what she wanted.
Amelia was moving again. She used to sleep peacefully, rolling over only a couple of times in the night, but lately she needed the whole bed. She would kick in her sleep like she was being chased. That scared him the most. He needed her by his side.
Brian figured that it was time for her to wake up. Her grooming would take a little longer this morning.
“Amelia,” he whispered. He was about to wish her a happy birthday when her eyes flew open, and she clung to him.
“Promise me that you will love me no matter what,” she demanded.
“That depends. What did you pull?” He raised an eyebrow and looked down at her.
Amelia let go of him and turned her head away from him. She had to tell him, but she couldn't. All the times that he had said that she couldn't have a baby, or that she was too young to have a baby replayed in her head. This isn't something that he would be happy about.
