“You’re okay,” he whispers.
I sniffle and look at him, not knowing what to say.
“Let’s get your hair rinsed out so I can braid it, and then we can snuggle on the couch,” Daddy tells me before he lets go of my face and stands up.
“Thank you,” I quietly say.
“For?” Daddy asks as he dumps water over my hair.
I squeal and close my eyes tightly, not wanting any water or soap to get in them.
“Sorry, Little companion. I should have told you to close your eyes,” Daddy gently says. “Now, do you want to tell me why you are thanking me?”
I shrug. “Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for understanding how terrified I am of heights and not letting me see outside. I’m sorry for being so scared of them.”
Not that I can do much about it. I’ve lived with it my whole life, and I have tried to get over it, but each time has resulted in me puking or passing out.
“You don’t have to be sorry about that,” Daddy coos at me. “You can’t help it.”
Daddy finishes rinsing my hair and wraps it up in a towel before picking me up and holding me close to him.
“Do you want your hair in a braid?” Daddy asks.
“Please!” I practically yell with excitement.
Daddy chuckles and walks into the main room, placing me on the couch and starts to slowly brush through my strands before picking up pieces and starting to braid it.
“Such a good girl,” Daddy reminds me. “My good Little companion.”
I smile and relax asDaddy finishes fixing my hair, and I beam up at him.
“I love it when you braid my hair,” I tell him.
“I’m glad. I will be taking care of that from now on.” He sits down and places me on his lap.
I snuggle up to his side and fully relax in his embrace.
“Is Luna okay?” I blurt out.
The last time I tried to ask about her, Daddy didn’t tell me much besides that his friend bought her.
“From what I know, she is,” Daddy replies. “Julan wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Not unless she was naughty.”
My bottom clenches at the mention of punishments.
“Do they live close to us?” I ask.
“Why do you ask?” he pulls away slightly and looks at me. “Are you planning on running away?”
Shaking my head, I giggle at the thought. “Maybe in the very beginning, but now, no. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”
“So why do you want to know?” he inquires.
“I would like to see her, visit and maybe play with her,” I mumble toward the end.
Would Luna want to play with me, or would she be like before? We were taught not to play on the space station, but Daddy has changed my mind on it, and it’s so much fun. I don’t know why they wouldn’t allow it on the space station.
“I will ask her owner if he is okay with it,” Daddy replies. “They live in the same building, so maybe one day you’ll see her.”
