“Oh. When Preston said painter, I thought you were an artist.”
“Well, there is a certain artistry to it, but it’s mostly technique.” I hoped that didn’t disappoint him. I couldn’t change who I was.
“I should have thought that first, since I’m in the construction field.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, you must be good if your uncle lets you run the company.”
“Something like that.” We stopped in the center of the big open field, and I bounced on the balls of my feet in anticipation. “Will you throw one for me?” I didn’t want to talk about work when I’d rather play.
“Yes. Run out that way.” Nate pointed to the other side of the field.
He emptied the bag onto the ground, while I ran to where he said to go. I turned and lifted my hands in the air as he tossed one. I kept my eye on it, ran to where I thought it was going, and jumped. With a stretch, I caught it and held it over my head like a prize. “See, I got it.”
“Good job. Can you throw it back?”
“I’ll try, but my aim is bad.” I tossed it, and it shot out in a different direction than I wanted it to go. It hit the ground a few feet away from Nate. “Told you. I’m better at catching.”
“Okay. You catch for now.”
We played that way for a while. Nate threw, and I caught them until all the discs were on my side of the park, then Nate jogged over to me. “Want me to teach you how to throw them?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. I didn’t mean to call him that, but it was how I had been thinking about him, and it just kinda came out. I hoped he didn’t think I was weird or stupid.
“Your eyes are so big, Gilly. Stop.” He pulled my hand off my mouth. “It’s okay. If you want to call me Daddy, you can. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“What if I want it to?”
He closed the distance between us, but he kissed my forehead instead of my mouth. “We can have a talk all about this after lunch. Okay?”
I nodded. “Sure, Daddy.” I liked the sound of that and wanted to say it again. I’d never thought about having a Daddy for myself until Rob and I talked about it, but now I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. I only hoped Nate didn’t turn out to be the wrong one for me. Or worse, break my heart.
“Let me show you some things. Then we’ll eat.” He wrapped his arms around me and handed me a frisbee. I liked the feeling of being in his arms—so safe and warm. “Here. Take it like this.” He rubbed over my arm, twisting it out and back in, then repeated the motion. “Let’s try and hit the bag I left over there.”
I nodded and paid attention to what he was showing me as best as I could, but it was difficult. His body was pressed against mine, and not only was my tummy mushing out, but my dick was getting hard. We threw the discs together, one after the other until they were scattered between us and the bag.
“That’s so much better, Gilly. But now we have to pick them up.”
“I’ll do it.” I took off running, barely slowing to scoop up each one. Then my shoe slipped in the grass, and I slid across the field.
“Gilly.” Nate ran up beside me. “Are you alright?” He patted down my legs, but I wasn’t sure what he was looking for.
“I’m fine. That was fun. I don’t play a lot of sports, but I am usually more coordinated than that.”
“You about gave me a heart attack. Come on. Let’s go get cleaned up.”
There was a bathroom at the park, and Nate helped me wash my hands. Then we found the perfect shady spot under a tree after he pulled a picnic basket out of the Jeep.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I packed a couple of different things.” He told me what was in every box as he sat them out. “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Two kinds of jelly, grape and strawberry. Apple slices.” He even had those cheesy fish-shaped crackers, but I didn’t like those. Luckily, he also had plain chips, which I liked, and fruit punch juice boxes. This was so nice and reinforced something inside of me that was desperately trying to come out. I didn’t have a name for it, but it felt nice, almost…freeing.
“This is so good.” I chomped on an apple slice.
“Glad you like it.”
“I do. Fancy dishes are okay, but the basics are always better.”
“I agree. What else do you like?”
“You mean for food?” I took a long sip of juice.
“Sure. Or anything.”
