“Don’t worry, babe. Daddy will take care of you.”
“You always do.” I pat his arms and his hold relaxes, but I can still feel his body thrumming with excitement.
“Now you can focus on your dreams of becoming an artist, and I can focus on you.”
“I love you.” The words just slip out, and he grins.
“I love you too.” I get a gentle kiss, and then he grabs his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m hiring the movers.”
“Seriously?” A laugh escapes my throat.
“Then you can’t change your mind.” He looks down at me and asks innocently, “Would you like me to send your resignation letter too?”
“I think I can manage it myself.”
“But I’m already done.”
He hands his phone to me so I can read the professional, and surprisingly profanity-free email. There’s no way he typed all of that in the fifteen seconds since I agreed to move in with him.
“You’ve had that written for weeks,” I accuse playfully.
“Months, actually.”
“We’ve only been together for three months.”
“I haven’t exactly been subtle with my hints about you quitting.”
“As subtle a sledgehammer,” I tease, and he tickles my sides. “But seriously, I want to do this because of you. Yes, I hate my job, but it keeps me from you, and I don’t like it when you’re gone.”
“You could have agreed weeks ago,” he grumbles into my hair.
“I wasn’t ready. I’ve worked for the same company since I was fifteen. It’s hard to let that go.”
“I understand. You’re leaving the life you know for something new and exciting, and trusting me to take care of you in every way. It’s the most special gift you could ever give me.”
“When you put it that way, how can I say no?”
“It’s too late now. Movers are already on their way.”
“No, they aren’t,” I challenge, and he shrugs. “You didn’t send my resignation letter yet, did you?”
He starts to get up. “Who’s ready for s’mores?”
“Daddy, you didn’t!” I use my weight to push him back into the chair.
“Fine, I didn’t. Yet.” Then he bites my shoulder, and I gasp. “But you better do it soon or I will. Now up.” I grumble but climb off of him. I’ll do just about anything for s’mores.
“I’ve never roasted anything over a fire while naked before,” I say as I stand naked over a fire with a marshmallow on a stick.
“You’ve been missing out,” Daddy says equally naked next to me.
“What if my nuts catch fire?”
“I’llblowthem out.” He waggles his eyebrows.
