Epilogue
Daisy
Eleven months later…
I’m watching Daddy chopping wood in the summer heat on our farm, the sweat dripping down his back between the bunched muscles with their scattering of dark hair.
My stepbrother. Elijah. The man I never want to be without.
Harriet is attached to my breast, sucking her little heart out, content in her own way, just as I am in mine.
She’s my world, and I know that we’re both Daddy Elijah’s world.
The best day of my life was the day I gave birth.
Elijah cried and also growled question after question at the doctors, needing to know every detail of his responsibilities.
He loves that I’m breastfeeding because I’m not just breastfeeding Harriet. Elijah has taken quite a shine to my breast milk, and I would never deny him, just as I would never deny her.
A month after the first time I left a note, Daddy sat me down and told me he’d spoken to my mom and stepdad. He said that it was totally my decision, but that if I wanted to see them, I could, and he’d be there with me for support.
It took me three days to come to a decision, but in the end, my mom is my mom, and it had been a long time since I last spoke to her. I needed at least to speak to her as an adult for the first time in my life.
Well, they’re living in a trailer on the outskirts of town.
Elijah’s father is on disability, and my mom said she’s working, but she wouldn’t tell me what, and I didn’t want to push.
That wasn’t why I was there. We sat, and we talked, and I guess that’s enough.
I have her phone number and her address, and if I want to visit her again, Daddy says I can, but he’ll be there with me every step of the way.
It was hard seeing her. There were things I wanted to say before I got there, questions I wanted to ask, but they all evaporated when I saw how she was living, and the dark pits of her eyes. I remembered her as pretty. I remembered her teasing me about my weight. It seemed like a different reality.
After we were done, Elijah hugged me while I cried and then told me he had a surprise, something I’d like a lot.
He drove, and I tried to process, but when we got there, I forgot all about my sadness.
Because Daddy Elijah had bought us both tickets to a special showing of He-Man and She-Ra: The Secret of the Sword in the theater. And I think my squeal of excitement might have been heard in China.
It’s only the best movie ever made! I’ve seen it a bazillion times at home, but to watch it on the big screen rocked.
Daddy glared at everyone else in the queue, and everyone else in the theater.
And I don’t think he really enjoyed the movie, to tell the truth.
But I did, and I’ll love him forever for taking me.
Not that I wouldn’t love him forever anyway.
It’s evening now, and soon I’ll be tucking my daughter up in her bed. And after that, I’ll go to bed myself. I no longer have my own room, but I share it with Daddy, and he’ll be in later.
By then, I’ll already be asleep.
I’ll leave him his coffee and whiskey, of course. And a home-baked cookie with a little icing message. And there will be a note under the coffee cup.
Daddy likes my notes. He’s saved every single one, right next to the panties I ruin sometimes.
The messages I write are different, but they always end the same way.
I’ll never know.
But I do. And I like it. I’m Daddy’s little girl, and I always will be.
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Daddy’s Dream Girl
When my stepfather when Thomas checks us into the hotel, the only room available has one bed.
And no heat. I pout, but secretly, spending time with the hot older man of the house that’s helped raise me is not the torture it should be.
I tell him before I drift off to dreamland, it’s okay if he wants to…
keep warm and explore but I didn’t expect things to go this far.
It’s okay, we won’t tell. Clicky click it here.