“It’s almost as if I know what my brats need to calm the fuck down and relax,” I said with a chuckle.
“It’s almost as if you’re paying attention!”
“Imagine that, princess.”
Eloise giggled, leaning her head on my chest again. Her words held more truth than she may have realized. I prided myself on figuring out other people’s wants, needs and desires when it came to those who mattered the most to me. As long as Reed and Eli stayed out of their heads, we would all balance beautifully. This vacation was going to bring us all so muchcloser. For once I looked forward to having the time off. My little brats would be spoiled rotten, not to win them over, but to show them how much I cared.
Eighteen
Reed
Waking up to the quiet sounds of the rain hitting the windows of the luxurious cabin, I stretched my arms and found Eloise. I shifted, pulling her close to my body, kissing her forehead. She blinked her eyes open.
“Good morning, beautiful girl.”
“Good morning, Sir.”
We were staying in a small town outside of Denver. Isolated but modern and set on seven acres of property adjacent to a national forest. The four- thousand-plus-square-foot cabin came with all the amenities I could possibly imagine. The three of us had time to connect on a deeper level without any interruptions. The agenda: listen to our Daddy and relax.
Cupping her chin, I delved my tongue inside her mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned, pressing herself against my body. We made out for a while. Peeking around her luscious blond tresses, I saw Kingston still sleeping peacefully. We left the bedroom quietly, parting long enough to do our morning routines in the oversized bathrooms and then converging in the kitchen.
Eloise had changed into dark teal pajamas that showed off her gorgeous curves. Her eyes softened as she looked up at me, crinkling at each corner. For the first time since we met, she gave off a peaceful harmonious vibe. Suddenly she licked her lips, her eyes dancing with mischief. I had a funny feeling whatever she was thinking would get us into trouble.
“Uh-oh. You’ve got something naughty brewing in your pretty head. What’s up, lemondrop?”
“Kingston isn’t awake yet. That means we can eat whatever we want for breakfast. Not that he doesn’t spoil us, but he makes us add protein and something relatively healthy to every meal.”
“Just because he’s not awake–”
“Wouldn’t you just love to eat cinnamon buns with extra-gooey icing, chocolate chips, walnuts and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top? Technically that turns it into a sundae so then you have to add whipped cream over the whole thing.”
“Babygirl…”
“Vanilla ice cream does have a bit of protein,” she added sweetly.
I wanted to argue, but the way she was looking at me gave me pause. The logical part of my brain that held reasoning and decision retreated. My Little headspace, the one I hadn’t explored with anyone but Kingston, peeked out.
Cinnamon roll sundaes!
I shouldn’t deny myself or my girl treats.
“We can have them after dinner tonight,” I suggested. But I wasn’t trying very hard to convince her not to create them.
“I dreamed about eating a delicious bite of warm, gooey, cinnamon-sugar buns with slightly melted ice cream dripping down my spoon. Hey! We can sit on the floor in front of the fireplace and build a blanket fort and watch cartoons. And maybe like… um, if you want to poke through the fun activity bag Daddy packed for us?”
I watched her slip into her Little headspace. Soon she was dancing around me, grabbing ingredients for the epic breakfast dessert combination she’d been building in her mind. Kingston wouldn’t actually be mad at either of us for indulging. Though later on when we were bouncing off the walls, he’d have to rein in our sugar-addled brains. We might get sent to bed earlier than usual, but maybe not. He did leave us unsupervised. It was sort of asking for trouble.
I could grow to like this Little inside me.
Eloise set down two large bowls while I put two cinnamon buns in the air fryer. Setting the timer, I leaned against the counter. She took each of my hands in hers and swayed from side to side, humming a silly song, her excitement bubbling out between her lips. Her exuberance revived the parts of me that I hadn’t explored in a while, as well as parts of me that I didn’t know existed. It was easy to be Little with her. In fact, it was the easiest thing I’d ever done. Showing that side of me to Kingston had taken a lot of coaxing.
We crafted our colossal confectionary concoctions, adding finishing touches to each other's bowls, then carried them to the living room. Setting up the space took only a few minutes. Flipping on the television we ate our ‘breakfast’ while watching cartoons. I’d had so many concerns initially when Kingston suggested exploring my Little space with Eloise. But I wanted to do it more often. She embraced my dominant and submissive sides in a way I never would have expected.
Kingston padded out to the kitchen while we were cleaning up our mess from breakfast, looking back and forth between us with a huge, goofy grin on his face.
Eloise jumped up and down. “Good morning, Daddy! How did you sleep? Did you sleep well? Did we wake you up?”
“Whoa, whoa, little girl. Let me have some coffee. How long have you been awake?” Kingston kissed her lips.
