Daddy's Little Princess

by Rachel Burns

  “Oh, this is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “It’s a Japanese garden,” I told them.

  “Your husband must have put a lot of thought into this.” They were impressed.

  I blushed and told them I had designed it, and seen to it that it was built. I told them that Daddy hadn’t seen it finished yet. I explained that he had been out of the country.

  They asked about the baby, and I told them that it was going to be a boy. They were all really nice, so I told them that.

  They laughed.

  “Well we were all raised to be nice by the same person.”

  I smiled along, thinking that Nanny didn’t have to do a lot of raising with me.

  The guests were slowly starting to leave. They thanked Daddy and me for the lovely day despite the sad occasion. Daddy was incredibly charming to everyone, and he held my hand whenever he could.

  I still hadn’t looked at him. I was simply too scared to. If I did, he would say goodbye.

  I scolded myself that I wanted him to talk to me and give me a chance to say I was sorry, and that he understood that I hadn’t meant to be so bad. I had runaway for him, not from him. I wished he would understand and not be mad at me anymore. I figured he hated me in the meantime.

  I had to remind myself that he wasn’t here because of me today. He was here because of Nanny. He wanted to pay his last respects to her.

  Still, I decided to peek at his face before he left. Would he even say goodbye to me?

  I stood next to him at the door as we said our goodbyes to the last of our guests. I thanked them for coming and told the wives how nice it had been to meet them.

  Then they were gone. I stood there alone with Daddy.

  I hung my head again. I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t afraid of him. He had only forgotten himself. It wouldn’t happen again because I wouldn’t try to run away again, and I would never let myself be wanton like that again.

  I heard Daddy’s feet moving on the tiled floor. He was turning towards me.

  “Collin, I think we did right by Nanny.” The doctor came down the stairs. “I’m really glad you could make it.” He hugged Daddy and quickly let go of him. “She was a fine old girl, and we did right by her. My wife would have wanted it that way. I’ve got to go. I want to go back to the cemetery and talk to my wife. I’ll call you tomorrow. Will you still be here tomorrow?”

  Daddy did something with his head that I didn’t see. I didn’t know if he nodded or not, but the doctor left then.

  Daddy’s cell rang then. He let go of me and answered it.

  “Hello?” He covered up the phone with his hand. “I’m sorry, Becky, but I have to take this call. Excuse me.” He walked away from me.

  I didn’t want to stay standing there like an idiot, so I went out to my garden. The nights were already getting longer.

  I went to my yoga house. It was open on three sides with pillars holding up the roof. I loved it. I stood, leaning against the wall as I looked at my waterfall. I could hear it at night in my room when I slept. It was really helping me. This was the sound that made me feel safe and relaxed.

  “Becky,” Daddy called out to me.

  I stayed put. I didn’t know how to react, so I didn’t at all.

  I heard his feet on the wooden floor planks. “Wow Becky, this is great. Wherever did you get the idea?”

  “I had a smaller version in my garden at home. You have more room.”

  “We have more room,” he corrected me.

  “Whatever.” That tone would have normally gotten me in a lot of trouble.

  “Okay. I understand. I’ll leave again in the morning. Bye, Becky.”

  I heard his feet walking away from me again.

  “Daddy, I need you.” I turned to where he had been standing. I was crying again. I was so alone, and I wanted everything to be the way it had been before Amy ever showed up here. We had been so happy back then. Well, I had been, but Daddy wasn’t, or he wouldn’t have gone looking for someone like Amy.

  I fell to the floor and cried my heart out.

  His hands were on me pulling me to my feet. “Do you mean that? Do you really need me after what I did to you?”

  I still couldn’t look him in the eye.

  “Becky, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I can’t believe what I did to you, but you have the baby you wanted now. Are you happy about that?”

  I looked into his beautiful green eyes. “I lied, I didn’t want my own family. I wanted you to forget about me, so you could be happy again. I’m so sorry I made you so miserable. If it wasn’t for me, you could have been happy with Amy.”

  “No, don’t say that. I’m glad I didn’t have to marry her first and then find out about her. It wouldn’t have lasted long, and she was only using me. You’re the only one who ever honestly loved me, and I hurt you so badly. I’m so sorry Becky. I wish I could take it back.”

  “Please, don’t leave again, Daddy. I’ll be good. I know I can do this better. Please don’t leave me again. Don’t leave. I won’t try to runaway again. I learned my lesson. I’ll be good from now on. Please, Daddy.”

  He held me tight, and I could hear that he was crying too.

  “Please, I’ll be good. I can do this better.”

  “You did just fine. You’re the perfect daughter. It was my fault. I did something wrong, not you. Daddy is the one who is sorry. My precious little Becky, it wasn’t you. You’re the best little girl in the world.” He kissed the top of my head several times. “What do you want to do about the baby?” he asked.

  “Nanny told me that he deserved to be loved. It wasn’t his fault. Before she died she made me promise to prepare a room for him and to welcome him.” I wiped my eyes and looked at Daddy.

  “The baby is a boy?”

  I nodded at him. I had to wonder why it mattered.

  “The baby is a real person?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. I was almost in the sixth month, and I hadn’t felt a kick yet. The doctor said that he was very healthy, but I hadn’t really cared up until now.

  “We will do what you think is best with him. If you don’t want him, then he will have a nanny who will take care of him for you. I won’t judge you no matter how you decide. He is a reminder of how badly your Daddy treated you. I treated you like you were still at the club. You reacted accordingly. You aren’t at the club anymore. You’re at home, and you should be able to feel safe here. What I did was unforgivable.”

  I didn’t say anything. I let him hug me. We saw the same situation very differently.

  Daddy walked me back into the house and asked me if I was hungry. I said no. He brought me up to my room, but he stopped at the door. He didn’t come in with me.

  “I’ll see you at breakfast, Becky. Sleep well.” He disappeared across the hall into his room.

  I closed the door and went to change into my pajamas. It had been so unreal.

  Had today really happened? Was Daddy really back in my life or would he leave again?

  Chapter 22 – Becoming A Family

  Daddy never came into my room anymore, but he stayed, and we had meals together. He ordered books about pregnancy and babies, which arrived daily. He read them and left them lying around.

  I peeked at them a little when he wasn’t home.

  He had a lot of work to do at the factory. He was making a lot more money because of the factory in Europe, which brought new customers with it.

  We were both pretending that what had happened hadn’t, but that was hard to do with my big huge stomach which grew every day.

  Collin was awoken in the middle of the night. It took him a moment to realize where he was. The familiar noise that had awoken him was his own little Becky. She was having a nightmare.

  His feet moved out of the bed and dropped to the floor, the old routine quickly returning. But then he remembered, and stopped himself.

  Things weren’t like they had been. They were different now. He was the
bad guy. He had hurt her.

  She had even told him that she felt that all men were bad. He was the one man that she should be able to turn to; who would never want anything from her, but who only wanted her best.

  Collin didn’t recognize himself when he thought back to what he had done. Why did he hurt the person he loved the most so much?

  The sex had been amazing but he shouldn’t have done it, not with her.

  She was still crying. The noise was breaking his heart. Knowing that she was all alone in her room, made it worse.

  He rose to his feet and moved closer to her. He wanted to be there for her, but he feared rejection.

  Collin opened the door to her room as quietly as he could.

  “Daddy,” she was whispering. Her hand was moving around, searching for his.

  He knelt down next to the bed and laid his hand in the path where he figured that she would move to next.

  Her hand found his and grabbed hold of it tightly. She was settling down. She rolled to her side and fell back into peaceful sleep.

  Collin stayed next to her, watching her as she slept. She was beautiful. He loved her. She was his little girl. The feeling in his heart for her was so strong that it overwhelmed him.

  “I missed you, Daddy.”

  “I missed you too, Becky. Sleep some more. Daddy wants you to rest.”

  “Okay, Daddy. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Princess.”

  Collin watched her sleep until she rolled over on her other side, thus letting go of his hand.

  In that time he made a decision to treat her like he had before all of this had happened. She needed her daddy back, and she would get him. He would push his guilt to the side and concentrate on making her happy.

  Becky woke again. She was certain that her daddy had been here. She still needed him.

  Quietly, she tip-toed across the hall. He was in his bed sleeping. Becky got into bed with him. She cuddled up next to him and sighed happily.

  Collin reached out to her. “Did you have another nightmare, Princess?”

  “No, Daddy.”

  “Then what brings you to my bed?”

  “I don’t want to sleep alone anymore.”

  “Ever?” he asked confused.

  “I had an idea, Daddy.”

  Collin smiled to himself. She sounded so child-like that he wished he could see her angelic face. “What was your idea, Princess?”

  “I finally figured out how you can keep me as a daughter and still have a love-life.”

  Collin didn’t answer her. He was afraid of what she might say.

  “You could marry me.”

  “Oh. Is that so?” Collin had to smile. She was being so cute. “That sounds like a classic case of a little girl wanting to marry her father.”

  “Yes, but you aren’t really my father. You’re my daddy. That’s a big difference.”

  “Becky, are you sure?” Collin was now wide awake.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m positive.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and inched closer to him.

  “Married couples make love. They like to do that.” Collin couldn’t come out and say that she was afraid of him.

  A little voice in his head asked; how afraid could she be if she were here next to him?

  “I liked making love with you. That was why I was so upset. I told myself that I shouldn’t like it. Can you understand that?”

  “The problem was that you trusted me. I disappointed you.”

  “No, I blamed you because I was mad at myself.”

  Collin let that run through his head. “The last thing I want is to hurt you.”

  “I trust you, Daddy.”

  “How can you after all the mistakes that I made with you?”

  “I see all the things you did right. I see your patience, you encouraging me to try something new. I see you praising me and me helping you at the factory while you tried to get me to mess up when you had me typing, by throwing in jokes. We were happy. I have reached a point where I’m ready for more. I want everything that you can give me: your name, a home, and your money. I want your body to warm mine too.”

  “So you don’t only love me for my money?” he teased her.

  “Daddy, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you,” she scolded him.

  “Are you serious?” Collin wouldn’t be surprised if he were having a dream. It would have been a very good dream.

  “Yes. If you want, I could prove it right now.”

  Collin pet over her face with his finger. He could hardly see her, but he would feel if she flinched.

  Her saying that she wanted him was having a stimulating effect on him. He slowly moved forward and kissed her.

  They had never kissed on the lips before. It was strange that she was pregnant with his child, but they had never kissed.

  Collin took the time to explore her mouth and test her reactions. His hands pet over her body and tested her for wetness. She hadn’t been kidding she was truly ready to show him that she wanted his body.

  Collin groaned, giving in. He wanted her too. He rolled her on her side, so she was facing away from him. “Be sure to tell me if this hurts. I’ll stop immediately.”

  Becky believed him. That was the difference between him and other men. She trusted him to stop if she said so.

  “I’ll be honest with you from now on.”

  “That’s my good girl.” Collin slowly pushed inside of her.

  Once again, they each felt magic when there bodies were joined together.

  Collin held Becky’s hand when she came, showing her that he would always be there for her.

  Daddy woke me. I was sleeping in his warm wonderful bed.

  We had a marvelous evening. By the time we were finished, he asked me to marry him. He even insisted that I had to because of the baby.

  I told him that I would. He would arrange everything, but he wanted the wedding to take place soon, before the baby was born. I told him that Vegas would be a good idea.

  He confessed that we were already married officially. We simply needed to do it unofficially. He said Vegas was too cliché. There was a small chapel on his property; he wanted us to marry there.

  That was so typical of Daddy. When he made up his mind about something, he wanted it done and crossed off his list of things to do.

  “Time to go swimming. Up and at ‘em, Princess.”

  I moved my feet out of the bed, and he pulled me to my feet. I waddled off to my bathroom and changed.

  When I came back, he grinned at my tummy. “You’re a very attractive woman.”

  “Still, we should leave the lights out when we made love.”

  I received a sharp smack to my left hind cheek. My hands moved back to cover my backside. He took the opportunity to grab onto my breasts. “You are a very beautiful woman.” He leaned down and suckled on a breast. My hands moved to his head. I wanted to hold him in place.

  “Fine, we will make love one more time before we go swimming.” I saw that his penis was raging hard.

  “I was right about the marriage thing.” I informed him.

  He lay down on the bed on my side once again. “Yes, you were right. We are going to be very happy together.” He gave me a firm smack on my thigh, making me moan and lift my left leg high in the air, so he could enter me.

  Daddy reached for my hand and off we went. I felt so huge in my swimming suit, and I had felt so sexy half an hour ago.

  Daddy was babbling about swimming being the perfect sport during pregnancy. He was being really careful with me as we walked.

  During sex he had been a little rough, but he was in control of himself. I felt safe and sexy. Gone were all of my bad feelings about myself.

  He helped me into the water. It was really easier for me to move gracefully in the water. I wasn’t really swimming, but he didn’t complain.

  It was really hard for me to get out of the water.

  “You’re right, this pool really should have steps. I’ll h
ave a ladder installed as soon as possible.” He lifted me out and sat me on the side of the pool.

  I could hardly get up from this position either.

  Daddy had to get out and grab me under my arms and lift me to my feet. Thankfully, he thought that was funny.

  He took my hand and brought me into the bathroom. We showered together. We soaped up each other’s bodies until we once again needed to make love. I held onto the counter and let him take me from behind again. I was moaning so loudly that figured that the staff here had to hear us. I tried to be quiet, but Daddy was so big, and he was thrusting so deeply.

  “I guess this is our honeymoon phase. I can’t keep my hands to myself,” Daddy confessed.

  My hands went to my breasts to squeeze and pinch them.

  Daddy praised me, telling me he wanted me to enjoy sex with him. He whispered in my ear that he liked to tie women up and make love to them. He said he wouldn’t do that until after the baby was born.

  We both came, our cries of passion echoing off the marble walls.

  Daddy kissed my shoulder until I had settled down. The baby was kicking, and I guessed he was trying to defend his territory.

  Daddy laid his hands on my tummy and talked to the baby. He talked about sharing mommy.

  We showered again. Daddy slipped into his robe afterwards.

  I slipped into my robe too, thinking that if I didn't cover up we would get to have breakfast.

  He went to his sink and got out the cream he used to soften up his face. He stopped what he was doing and helped with my hair.

  “Your hair has gotten even longer. It looks very nice.”

  “Nanny said that pregnancy makes it grow faster.”

  “We are all going to miss her. Do you want a new Nanny?” he asked

  “I don’t know yet.”

  He grinned. “When will you know?”

  “The baby might need one. Then I would feel silly having one too.”