12. Carter
Chapter 12
Carter
Every minute I spent with Poppy, I fell harder for her. I’d never had that kind of connection with a person, much less after just one night together. But I thought that meant it was real.
When you know you know, and I definitely knew. Poppy was mine.
For the next several days, I brought her lunch to make sure she didn’t forget to eat it and then met up with her for dinner every night. When we went out together, she was bubbly and sweet and everything I wanted in a girlfriend. And when we were home, she easily regressed into a silly, happy, needy Little girl.
Poppy was perfect in every way.
I spent time with her in her playroom, but on Friday night, her friend group, the Little Lovelies, had another playdate planned. And she invited me to be there.
I was ecstatic, not only to get the invitation, but to get to see Poppy with her friends and in their safe space. There was just one thing I had to do first.
I was sitting in the café on Friday morning, waiting for a quiet moment to make my request. As soon as Kylie had some downtime, I went over to the counter and asked if she would mind taking a short walk with me.
“Of course, boss.” She turned to Andrea and motioned toward the register. “Can you watch this? I need to go talk to Carter for a few minutes.”
“You got it.” Andrea was washing mugs and saucers, but there were no customers in the shop, so she would be fine if any came in.
Kylie slipped off her apron and came behind the counter. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to check in with you about something that’s not work related.”
“Oh…” She smiled widely as if she knew exactly what I was gonna say. “Gotcha. Can we walk down to the post office? I need to get stamps.”
“Definitely.” We stepped outside, and I glanced over to Poppy’s. She was probably sitting at her desk with her back to the window, but I couldn’t see her from my angle. “Have you had a chance to talk to Poppy recently?”
“You mean, your baby girl?” She was practically giddy as she teased me.
I chuckled and slipped my hands into my pocket. “Yes, my baby girl.”
“Yeah, and I’m so happy for both of you. I don’t know why I never saw it before, but you guys are perfect for each other.” She turned to me, and her jaw dropped. “You’re coming tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with me being there. Obviously, I won’t be there as your boss, but as your friend’s Daddy, but I wanted to make sure you’re alright with that.”
“Yeah, of course.” She waited for a woman with a stroller to pass us before she continued. “I’ve run into coworkers and even a few professors at kink clubs before, so I know it happens. As long as you’re comfortable with it, I’m comfortable with it.”
“Excellent.” We approached the post office, so I opened the door for her, and she ran to the machine to buy some stamps. When she was done, I followed her back outside. “Will your boyfriend be joining tonight as well?”
“Yeah, my Daddy will be there too.” She looked at me and winked. “It’ll be nice for you guys to get to hang out for more than a few seconds on his way in or out of the store. And he’ll appreciate having another caretaker around for when things get a little crazy. I hope you don’t mind a little bit of nudity now and then. Some of us get pretty deep in our regression and forget about grown-up things like clothes and potty breaks altogether.”
I laughed at that. “Yeah, Poppy warned me, and I’m ready for anything. Thank you for being so open-minded about this.” I stopped and looked her in the eyes. “And thank you for telling Poppy she could trust me. I think your endorsement saved me weeks of wooing her.”
“Ehh.” She waved off the comment as we started walking again. “Maybe one or two dates, but definitely not weeks. You seem like you’d be a great woo-er all by yourself.”
We walked the rest of the way in relative silence, with an understanding that our relationship might be about to change outside of work, but it didn’t have to change anything at work.
With that final detail covered, I headed back to the office to get a few things done before heading home to shower and change for the playdate. Poppy made it clear that the Daddies could watch from afar, but she didn’t expect me to play with her because her friends would be there.
That meant I could be comfortable. I put on a black t-shirt and performance joggers so I could get down on the ground to play ponies if she wanted me to, but I looked more like a bouncer than a businessman.
I got to Poppy’s thirty minutes before her friends were due to arrive, and she called me from the top of the stairs as soon as I entered the stairwell.
“Daddy, I need your help!”
Taking the stairs two at a time, I rushed to her side, ready to save her from a burning building or giant rat. Instead, she shoved two scrunchies into one of my hands and a hairbrush in the other. “My braids aren’t braiding right.”
Her hair was parted down the center of her head with wet strands resting over each shoulder. I tried to focus on the accessories she handed to me, but I was more than a little distracted by the fact that she was wearing a diaper and nothing else. “Hey, baby girl. You look like you’re almost ready to play.”
She huffed and pulled both ends of her hair away from her shoulders, making her full breasts rise and heave in the most inviting way. “I’m not. My hair is all wrong.”
I leaned forward and gave her a kiss then slipped my hand to her lower back and walked her to one of the dining chairs. “Sit here and let Daddy help with your braids.”
She nodded and plopped dramatically into the chair. “And diapers are hard when you do it alone.”
I smiled and began brushing out her hair so I could braid each side. “You could have waited for Daddy to help you…or asked me to come earlier.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” She reached back and squeezed my thigh. “I got excited and started without you.”
Those words made me think of a different kind of excitement, but we didn’t have time for that. She needed to be dressed and downstairs soon. “What else are you going to wear tonight?”
She’d mentioned her friends sometimes liked to wear just a diaper or panties but never mentioned it about herself. I was up for anything but wanted to know what to expect with another Daddy present. “My blue ducks onesie. It’s new.”
“Sounds adorable.” I wrapped a scrunchy around her first braid then moved to the other side. “Can’t wait to see it.”
She nodded and then tried to turn to me before realizing it hurt when her hair was pulled. “Ouch, but I almost forgot to tell you that I’m sharing you tonight.”
“You are?” I grinned, wondering what exactly that meant. “In what way?”
“Kylie always shares Daddy Troy when we need help or reminders, so I’m gonna share my Daddy in case my friends need help. Is that okay with you?”
“Of course, beautiful. I’ll always help a Little girl in need.” I finished the second side and stepped in front of Poppy then kneeled in front of her. “What are the limits for how much help they can ask for?”
She shrugged and looked at me with the most innocent eyes. “Snack time, reading books, diaper changes. Whatever.”
That was a bit more than I expected her to say, but I’d participated in plenty of caretaking scenes that weren’t sexual and included bathing and diapers. “Okay, that’s fine. And if there’s something that makes you uncomfortable, how will you let me know?”
She cocked her head. “Like, safewords?”
I nodded, almost surprised that we hadn’t had this conversation yet. We just hadn’t needed to. Everything so far was natural and easy. Playing with others would be a test we both needed to be comfortable with. “What are your safewords?”
“I don’t think I really need any, but I guess green, yellow, and red are fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why would I need them with my friends?”
“You might not, but if I do something that you’d like me to stop, you can use your safewords. For example, if I’m giving too much attention to a friend and you need some Daddy time, you can say yellow.”
She scrunched up her nose. “As long as you don’t touch my friends the way you touch me when we’re having sexy time, I won’t be sad. But thank you for reminding me.” She jumped up to her feet and wrapped her arms around my neck. “And you can use them too. If someone asks you to do something you don’t want to do, just holler. Everyone is very respectful of boundaries.”
“Noted, baby girl.” I took her hand and walked her back to her room. “Now show me this new onesie of yours before your friends arrive.”