I feel myself being picked up. I hug daddy, wrapping my arms around his neck. Daddy C smells so nice. Like musk.
"How come are you sleeping at such an odd hour today? Mike has been busy huh?" He rubs my back. I yawn, somehow convincing my eyes to open so that I can look at my amazingly hot daddy. It’s not like I am succeeding though.
"You want a bottle of cold milk to wake you up, baby?" Daddy asks, kissing my pouty face.
I nod and rub my eyes, finally opening them. He brings me hands down gently. "You know that's a no-no. Don't rub your eyes."
And suddenly it all comes back to me and I stiffen in his arms.
"It's okay, honeysuckle." He kisses my cheek realizing my body has gone rigid. f**k. Did daddy tell him already? No, I don't think so. Double f**k. I have to tell him now. f**k f**
