Sayla
Three days later I received a letter from my parents and the day after that, Maya’s.
They sat unopened beside my frog. I felt ill at the thought of what was inside.
I’d told them everything. How it all began and where I ended up.
I hadn’t mentioned Daddy’s magnificent cock complication because they would think I’d jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
The door with Gabriel was firmly shut. The door that Wilson had opened for me was where I thrived. A weird little family—Daddy, Lydia, and even Wilson, though I mostly just teased him.
The bedroom door opened and Daddy stood there with a tray. As he grew closer I spotted the laminated sheet.
Pink.
A new one.
I tried to look but he set the tray on the nightstand before I could.
“Breakfast in bed for you today,” Daddy said, waiting for me to move from the edge of the bed to the middle.
I’d told him I didn’t feel like eating this morning. Apparently that wasn’t acceptable. I climbed onto the bed with a sigh. When I tried to peek at the sheet, he blocked my view.
“Food first, then the rules.”
“So many rules,” I grumbled.
There weren’t really. Daddy let me do whatever I wanted.
He settled down beside me, placing the tray on my lap before he began to mix the yoghurt. Pink and red instantly merged with the thick creamy yoghurt and my mouth watered.
It was open before he raised the spoon.
He didn’t chastise me for not going downstairs or refusing breakfast. He just smiled and spoon-fed me like it was a vocation.
It was gone too fast.
Why didn't he bring me more?
Next were two square pieces of toast with avocado and half a soft-boiled egg on each. I’d have preferred more berry yoghurt.
“Open wide.”
“That’s what you said last night and now I have a sore throat,” I griped.
“It didn’t stop you from begging for more,” he said, arrogant eyebrow shooting up.
“Attack, Pandora,” I commanded.
She didn’t move.
Daddy waited.
I opened my mouth.
It didn't taste as bad as it looked.
?
?
?
“I’m so full,” I said, leaning back to try to see past him to the pink sheet on the nightstand.
“You’re eating for three now,” Daddy said, rubbing my bulging belly.
“Three?” I asked.
“You, the baby and Pandora.”
I released a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. Then I noticed Daddy’s smile. He was such a tricky character. I’d keep a close eye on him—but that only turned him on.
He reached back and lifted the laminated sheet. I sat a little straighter, tucking the covers down and dragging Pandora onto my lap.
He made a show of clearing his throat—as if he’d been the one who had a massive cock stuffed in it the night before—before he began to read.
“Rule number one. You never have to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. Number two. No touching yourself without permission,” he said while my jaw dropped.
I was still processing the demise of my bean flicking days when he rattled out the rest.
“Number three. Your health always comes first. Number four. All your holes belong to Daddy.”
All? Did that mean—
“Number five. The most important one. Daddy will love you forever.”
I hugged Pandora to my chest.
That word again.
Forever.
“Sweetheart?” he whispered.
There was something in his voice that made me pause. Something was wrong. When I raised my head, those blue eyes were troubled—and in all the time I’d known Daddy, he had never hesitated. In anything.
“Before you decide, I need to tell you how we got here.”
He didn’t look away. His gaze held mine. I swallowed and clutched Pandora.
He began from the beginning. His story. What changed. How I became entangled in this family. The suspicions.
By the time he finished I felt numb.
He looked numb.
I released Pandora and reached for him.
Because no one needed a hug more than him right now.
It took a while and some tears, but we read my family’s letters together.
This was the day that I began to believe in the prospect of fate and the real possibility of forever.