Years.
It’s been years of loving him and not getting to call him Daddy.
I won’t waste any more time because of what people might think. Especially not if Daddy wants it too.
My tummy rumbles loudly in the quiet room. Daddy chuckles, then pulls me lower, making me groan as I land right on top of his hard length.
Visions of me in this position, only with much less clothing on, flies through my mind. It pulls me from my Little thoughts enough to have me grinding against him.
“None of that, Eddie Baby. I need to feed you.”
I lick my lips. “Feed me?”
He taps my butt. It’s less a spanking and more a reminder to focus.
“Food. I need to feed you food. Not me.”
“But Daddy!!” I whine as he raises up, lifting me in the process. I wrap around him, not wanting to separate just yet.
We’re both in our underwear, and while I’d love to stay that way, it’s much cooler in here than in the warmth of the bed. When I shiver, Daddy shakes his head.
“Let’s get dressed, then I’ll sit you on the counter beside me while I cook us something.”
I nod, gripping him tighter as he walks us over to the closet. He’d grabbed my bag from the car last night and put it in here.
Once we’re in the space, we layer on some sweats and hoodies before he lifts me again to head into the kitchen. I smile against his shoulder as we go. If he keeps carrying me around like a baby, I’m going to forget how to walk.
Not that I’m complaining.
I love it.
I’m so distracted by my own thoughts I don’t realize something is wrong until we stop moving. Leaning back, I look at Daddy’s face. His eyes are wide and trained on the windows facing the front.
As soon as I turn, I see what he does; snow so high we can’t see anything else. It’s literally a wall of white at the edge of the porch, with a good amount on it.
“Ummmm… are we buried?”
Daddy shakes his head, then nods. “I’m not sure. Can I sit you on the couch, Eddie Baby? I need to check on this. It’s worse than I expected.”
Nodding quickly, I let him drop me in the spot, then I spin to be able to see him. He slips on his boots, jacket, hat, and gloves before tugging the door open.
“Ok, it’s not as bad as it looks. I think a lot must have fallen off the roof.” He steps out onto the porch, which makes me lean over to get a better view.
From what I see, it doesn’t look all that good. There’s more snow here than I’ve seen in real life. We’ve been all over, yet usually we’re in a hotel or something instead of on the ground where the snow piles up.
“I can make it to the truck, though it’s buried up over the wheels,” he tells me when he comes back in. “We’ll definitely be here for a few days longer than planned. I’ll need to tell Davies and make plans to keep our food rations supplied.”
“Ok, Daddy. How I help?”
As I move to stand, he shakes his head. “You don’t have to do anything, baby. I can still take care of it all. You just need to relax while I work. Would you like to watch TV, or do you want to color?”
Neither.
I want to be wrapped around him like I was earlier. I want to do like he said we would, with me beside him as he cooks for me.
When I don’t answer, he comes to stand in front of me. Squatting down, he positions himself to hover over me.
“What’s wrong? Tell Daddy what you need, and I’ll make it happen.” He presses a kiss to my nose. I giggle at the touch.
