I stroke her hair and take in the view of her lying there like a little angel holding a stuffed butterfly.
My journey out of her room is a slow walk, and I stop at her door to get one more image of her in my head, because every moment is another one gone, right? When I’m gently closing her door behind me, I’m startled.
“Tooth fairy duty?” April whispers as she leans against the wall in the hall, wearing her little shorts and tank. She must have been watching me this whole time, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I step to her, holding up the little treasure chest as proof. “First time.”
“Oh yeah?” She arches a brow, and her fingers claw my shirt. “What’s the going rate these days?”
“One hundred.”
Her jaw drops, and she shrieks softly. “What? Are you crazy? Five would have sufficed.”
I shrug. “Anything else you care to critique in relation to my tooth fairy skills?”
“Nah, but the tooth fairy is kind of hot.” She pulls me closer.
Finally. We’ve been simmering in flirtation since we slept together. This is our moment to sizzle and pop.
An approving hum draws out of my throat. “No shit, the tooth fairy does it for you?”
“Uh-huh.” This look on April is familiar. It’s hungry, sultry, and playful.
Which is why I follow her as she tows me along to my room and walks me straight to the edge of my bed. Before I can process, I’m sitting and she’s swinging a leg on either side of my waist to straddle me.
“This is not the role-playing scenario I had in mind,” I joke.
“Nah, me neither. But watching you do the dad thing back there was… it does things to a woman.” She drags her lips along my neck, and my dick is already hard.
I plant my hands on the sides of her body underneath the flimsy shirt. “What kind of things?”
“Dirty things. I would definitely go on the tooth fairy’s bad list.”
I snort a laugh, as this is slightly ridiculous, but I’m always a team player. “What in the world could you do to get on the bad list?”
“Use my tongue in inappropriate ways.” She flashes her eyes at me.
I pull her flush against my body, and we fall back against the mattress. “I’m all game for a demo.” Yet I wrap my arms around her and rub soothing circles on her back, keeping us in an embrace.
She peers up at me and studies me before she sighs a breath, but in a relaxing manner, not an annoyed way. April must pick up that I need a minute. I guess I’m having a delayed reaction to the fact that my little girl is having milestones.
“I… was wrong.” She pops her lips.
“About what?”
“You are a great dad.”
Looking down at her, I appreciate her words and the fact she genuinely means it.
“That’s not what you said a week ago,” I remind her.
“I was wrong.”
My eyes grow wide. “Say that again.”
“I… was wrong,” she declares again.
I didn’t realize that I needed this confidence boost, but it feels good. Sometimes, I feel like people around me are just waiting for me to fail. None of this was planned, after all.
