29. Epilogue
EPILOGUE
SAMMI
6 months later
E verything had calmed down after Sammi had found herself in the hospital. Daddy had taken care of everything, made sure she had everything she needed and wasn’t stressed. It was super sweet at times, but Sammi also found herself going stir crazy the first month out of the hospital.
So much so that she landed herself in the corner and over Daddy’s lap with how disobedient she was. Daddy finally eased up and they had been good ever since, or as good as they could be. Sometimes it was bumpy with her diabetes. While Sammi was getting used to it, she still struggled some days.
Okay, a lot of the days she struggled with it.
Daddy had finally let her get back to work with him. She wasn’t doing as much as she had been before, but she couldn’t complain too much. Daddy didn’t want her to work at all and she fought for it. There was no way she would be able to do nothing all day and not go crazy.
“Sammi?” Daddy called out.
“I’m right here,” She mumbled, standing up. “Is your eyesight going away, Daddy? It happens as we get older or so I’ve been told.”
She was sitting on her beanbag chair in his office…his small office. She had come to terms with Daddy’s side business that was quickly turning into his full-time business, making drugs. She thought it would have bothered her more, but it hadn’t. Maybe because she knew him before she found out and he hadn’t changed once he told her.
He was still the same Daddy as before, loving and caring towards her. Still worrying about her and her blood sugar levels and if she was okay or not.
“Are you calling me old?” Daddy placed his hand on his hip.
Sammi gasped. “I would never. Who would do such a thing? Tell me and I’ll fight them!”
Daddy shook his head and wrapped his arms around her. “You, Little one. You are the one who insinuated I was getting old.”
She thought back and giggled. “Right, it was me.”
“What am I going to do with you?” Daddy asked more to himself, but she took it upon herself to answer.
“Keep me. Love me,” Sammi stepped on her tippy toes to kiss his lips. “Grow old with me.”
“Discipline you. Guide you,” Daddy added on.
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think I need the discipline,” she mumbled.
“You don’t?” Daddy cocked his head to the side.
“Nope!” she popped the p. “Definitely don’t need it.”
He leaned down, kissing her lips before pulling back. “You definitely do. Yesterday you climbed on top of the roof and wanted to jump on the trampoline.”
“I would have totally made it!”
“And what did I say about your safety?”
Sammi grumbled under her breath.
“What was that?” Daddy asked.
“Sure, it was a little dangerous, but I would have been fine.”
“Dangerous. Unless Daddy has given you the okay, you can’t do dangerous things,” Daddy tapped her nose.
She sighed and leaned into his chest. He had given her a long lecture about it before she got her spanking. The lecture was almost worse than the spanking she got.
“Are you ready to go eat?” Daddy asked.
She nodded. “Starving.”
Daddy grabbed her hand and led her out of his office and to his car. This was the life…her dream life.