Daddy's Little Princess

by Rachel Burns

“I can find one that will look out for both of your interests,” he offered.

  “I might want to take care of him myself. I still haven’t decided. Maybe when I meet him.”

  “Well you have an appointment this afternoon. Would it bother you if I came along?”

  Would it? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about anything. I shrugged my shoulders.

  “How about I go along, and if I bug you, you can kick me out?”

  I was the one grinning now. “I want you to come along. The thing that worries me is if the baby will like me.”

  “Of course, he will love you. I’m the one who has to worry. He might not want to share you with me.”

  “We can make love when he is sleeping,” I suggested.

  “He definitely needs a nanny. Babies never sleep.”

  Daddy and I were both on pins and needles. I was overdue by a week, and our baby wasn’t showing any signs that he wanted to be born anytime soon. I felt like an upside down turtle on its shell.

  Daddy was working at his computer, but I could feel his eyes on me. I was reading a parent’s magazine, and I had a bowl of cut up apples balanced on my round tummy.

  Daddy was spending every free moment with me.

  “Trevor,” I called out.

  “Nope, I went to school with one. He was a jerk. How about Oliver?” Daddy suggested.

  “Twist? Please Sir. I want some more,” I answered. “No, how about Stephan?”

  “No, I dated a Stephanie once. She was the one who sewed up your wrists.” He had said it so quickly that he didn’t realize what he had said. He was looking at me, appalled with his mouth rounded.

  “Sebastian?” I asked, like I hadn’t noticed his face.

  “Has potential,” he shrugged obviously relieved that I wasn’t making a big deal out of the Stephanie faux pas.

  “Maybe he is waiting for a name. If we pick the right one and then call him, he will come.” I was tired of being pregnant.

  “Rover, come here boy. Come to daddy.” Daddy sounded like he was calling a dog.

  I had to laugh so hard that my sides hurt. “Oh,” I stood up and my water broke.

  Daddy was at my side in a flash.

  “We are not naming him Rover. That was a misfortunate coincidence,” I protested.

  “No problem, Princess. Just stay calm.”

  He walked me out of the door. He called to the head of the household, telling her I was going into labor. She ran off to get the suitcase that was packed and ready. She was my new nanny, but she also had the chore of organizing all the other servants, even baby’s nanny, who was here in his room, and waiting for him to be born.

  Daddy sat me down in the car and looked into my eyes.

  “Okay, I’m a little scared,” I admitted.

  “I’ll be there for you the whole time. I’ll hold your hand.”

  “Becky is getting really tired. I don’t know how much longer she can keep this up.” Collin was begging Dr. Dorsey to help her. He had been watching her in pain for so long now. There was nothing that he could do to help.

  “Becky, you’re doing just fine. Your Daddy is the one who isn’t tough enough for this. Now I need you to really push on the next contraction. Take your daddy out of his misery.”

  Becky held onto Collin’s hand tightly as she pressed. The contraction ended, and she let go and lay back down to gather strength for the next contraction.

  “Doctor, I’m begging you,” Collin couldn’t bare it anymore.

  “She is doing very well. Come on, Becky. This time you can do it.”

  Becky sat up and reached for Collin again. She screamed and pushed. The baby cried, and Becky laid back down, completely exhausted.

  “Good girl, Becky. Just lie down and catch your breath. Collin do you want to hold your son?”

  “Are you alright, Becky?”

  “Just take the baby.” Her eyes were shut, and after twenty hours of labor, she only wanted a nap.

  Collin reluctantly left her side and went to the baby. He was all pink and wrinkled up and the most beautiful thing in the world.

  “Oh Becky, he is beautiful. We have a son.” Collin had tears in his eyes. He had a family, first Becky and now Sebastian.

  “Hello, Sebastian. Do you want to go meet Mommy?” He carried him over to Becky and laid him down next to her.

  “Oh Daddy, he is so beautiful.”

  “Of course he is. He looks like you.” Becky was smiling so nicely that he couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. “I love you.”

  Becky continued to kiss him when he stopped kissing her.

  Collin bought a couple boxes of cigars. He had kissed Becky good night. He loved that she now slept in his bed with him.

  Collin wasn’t only her daddy. He was also her lover and her husband. They discovered that they harmonized perfectly in bed. She left him wanting nothing.

  Still, he felt he had to go to the club one last time. He needed to make it clear to everyone there that they could forget about them.

  Sebastian’s Nanny had promised Collin that she would take care of the baby all night and let Becky sleep. He drove to the club and started handing out cigars. He bragged to anyone who would listen that he was now a father.

  Rick went to him and slapped him on the shoulder. “What are you celebrating?”

  “The birth of my son. I’m a father now.”

  “Umm – congratulations. I didn’t know you had married. Did you adopt?”

  “No, Becky gave me a son six months ago. Mother and child are doing well. Our son is just now sleeping through the night.”

  Collin couldn’t resist rubbing Rick’s nose in the fact that the woman who hated Rick was happily living with Collin and their child at his house.

  Collin wanted to make it clear that he no longer had any claim to Becky.

  Rick nodded at Collin, showing him that he understood.

  Without a word he got up and left. He went into his office and balled his hands into fists. He drove his fist into the wall, leaving a hole in the wall.

  Epilogue

  Daddy and I lived happily in our home with our son. We both spoiled him. Daddy took him to work and let him sit in his chair. Sebastian would slap his pudgy hands on the keyboard. I played with him outside by my waterfall. He loved water, just like his father, our daddy.

  Daddy and I made love often. When I looked back, I had to wonder why it took us so long to see the other as a lover. We had both slipped into our roles so perfectly that it had been impossible to think outside of the box.

  Now we knew that we could be both to each other. Collin was my husband. He cared for me and encouraged me to write again. However, he was still my daddy who loved me and protected me.

  I was his little girl, his lover and the mother of his son.

  Daddy was extremely good at tying knots in rope. If he tied me up to make love to me, I felt like a work of art. His method enhanced my beauty, making me feel confident and in charge of our love-making.

  He was a rope master. That’s what he called himself. I had always wondered exactly what his preferences were. He loved to tie me up and drive me wild. The blows I got during those sessions were harder and more intense than the spankings I got when I was naughty.

  Spankings hurt, but love play turned me on.

  I once asked Daddy why he never told me about the rope thing earlier.

  He told me that wasn’t the sort of thing you told a child. Besides, he needed to gain my trust first.

  I trusted Daddy completely.

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