Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“It will be my pleasure, Little girl. Taking care of you is now my top priority. It fills my soul with happiness.”
“Oh.”
He loved the way she looked at him all wide eyed in her Littlest space.
“Show me your bedroom, Little girl.”
“Okay.” She turned and headed through her living room toward the hallway. Her living room was as tidy as her kitchen. She was a minimalist. That he acknowledged immediately.
When they entered her bedroom, he grinned wide. “Ah, there’s my Little girl. I was wondering what style your Little preferred.”
She flattened herself to the wall just inside the door. “It’s kind of silly, I guess. I mean I’m a grown adult. What grown adult has a bedspread covered with cherries?”
“One who embraces life and is true to herself. Cherries make you happy. I’m glad you surround yourself with things that make you happy.” He wandered to her bed and picked up one of the red cherry-shaped pillows. “I love these.”
“I even have cherry PJs,” she admitted. “Want to see them?”
“I do. I want to see them on you.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth, use the potty, and put your pajamas on. I’ll wait out here.” He returned to her and took Ruffles from her arm. “Ruffles and I will get better acquainted while you get ready for bed.”
She released her beloved stuffie to his care almost reluctantly, turned toward her dresser, and snagged her jammies.
He barely caught a glimpse of the white material covered with cherries before she scurried into the bathroom and shut the door.
He couldn’t stop grinning. He’d hit the jackpot when he’d moved into the house next door. Fate must have guided him to this location. Or the realtor, he thought with a chuckle. Now that he realized that an inordinately large percentage of the population of this town practiced age play, he wondered if Lark Adams might also be Little. He hadn’t seen her at Blaze, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a member.
Axel didn’t touch anything, but he did wander around Nicoya’s room, looking at the trinkets she kept on her dresser and nightstand. He admired the artwork on her wall too. When he stepped closer, he noticed it wasn’t just a framed picture of cherries as he’d thought. It was a puzzle. He suspected she’d assembled that puzzle herself and used puzzle glue to seal it together before having it framed. It would have been a difficult puzzle with the white background and random cherries.
When the bathroom door opened, he turned around to find Nicoya shuffling into the room. She looked embarrassed again. He couldn’t wait until she trusted him enough to know she never needed to be embarrassed around him.
“I love this puzzle,” he told her, pointing at it. “Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
Already he had dozens of ideas running through his head about the finishing touches he would make to her nursery.
Axel had chosen the house next door specifically because he loved the room it had off the master bedroom. Perhaps it had been wishful thinking on his part, but that room had sold him. It was the perfect size for a Little girl to keep all her favorite Little things in without worrying about any visitor finding out about her kink if she didn’t want them to know.
“And your jammies. Those are adorable.” He stepped to her bed and pulled the fluffy comforter back, wondering how long he would need to wait before he told her about the nursery and the plans already forming in his head to move her into his house. What if she didn’t want to move?
Who was he kidding? He was so smitten with her he’d be willing to move into a tent in the woods if that was what she wanted. His house was larger though, and the kitchen and bathrooms had been recently remodeled.
She did have a better deck, and he now knew she’d recently added it. But the deck was a small thing. He would give her any deck she wanted.
“Daddy?”
At the sound of her sweet voice calling him Daddy for the first time, he spun toward her and grinned from ear to ear.
“Where were you?”
He furrowed his brow.
“You were deep in thought.”
“Ah.” How long had he been standing next to her bed pondering the future? Apparently longer than he’d thought. “I’m sorry. I was getting ahead of myself. Come. Climb into bed.”
“Getting ahead of yourself?” she asked as she slid beneath the covers and let him lift them up under her arms.
He settled Ruffles in next to her and sat on the edge of the bed. “I was picturing us in the future,” he admitted, pleased when she smiled.
“You were?”
“Yep.”
“Was I the most sweet, angelic, well-behaved Little girl ever who never needed to be spanked or disciplined?” She cocked her head close to one shoulder and batted her eyes adorably.