Daddy's Girl

Ch. 10 Rory

Chapter 10
Rory

Emma
"Daddy, I doesn't wanna do this no more."
"Don't be scared, Kitten."
     "What if she don't wike me?"
     "She will love you, Princess, I promise" Daddy reassures me. His hands are firm but gentle as he dresses me, smoothing over the bright pink of my tutu.
     I fidget, staring at my matching ballerina slippers and Hello Kitty sweater in the mirror. Daddy took extra care in picking out my clothes this morning cause he knows I is nervous, even braiding rainbow ribbons into my hair. He has been quick to comforts me, giving me Pesty to hold so I does not move too much and ruins his work. Daddy is now the only one who dresses and feeds me, though Marsha still gives me bath time with Mr. Ducky.
Daddy is completely focused on his task, so I stares at the Little looking back at me, both amazed and a little weary. It's been almost seven months since I was frewn from Father's estate. I never looked in mirrors then unless I hads to. It was too scary to sees the bruises, the beautiful satin and lace that would cover them and my humiliation. What woulds have happened if I hads stayed? If I hadn't tolds Father no about Joffrey and Father hadn'ts found out I was a Little? Was Arella fired? Is she on the stweets too?
Daddy's hand lands on my shoulder and I flinches away.
There is a moment of quiet as I realize what I dids and I squeeze Pesty, who watches on with sad eyes. It is alright, Little Mistress. It is your Daddy. He will not harm you.
"Princess?" Daddy says in the softest voice. My eyes immediately fills with tears as he kneels down beside me, still three hands taller than me. "What's wrong, Baby girl?"
But I shakes my head, still crying.
"Do you really not want to meet Rory? Daddy will never make you do anything you don't want to, my precious girl. I can call and cancel."
But it is not the other Little I is truly afraid of. I is afraid somehow this is all a dream and I will wakes up in my big bed in my big room at Father's estate, a ring on my finger and a fresh ouchy beneath my eye.
Daddy senses my struggles inside and touches a hand to my cheek, collecting the tears. "Tell Daddy what's wrong, Princess. Use your big girl words."
But I can nots figure out how to say everything tumbling around in my noggin'. I bites my bottom lip. "Worried is not real" I says so quiet Daddy barely hears.
"What are you worried isn't real, Emmy?"
I doesn't looks at him as I waves my arms all around us, between Daddy and me. I wants to tell him I is scared this is all my imagination, that I was so desperate to escapes my Father and my scary life that I made Daddy and Marsha up and that no one is coming to saves me, but I is too small and the words is stuck.
Daddy seems to understands, though. There is an emotion in his eyes, something soft and warm and wonderfully ouchy and sharp- like the feeling I gets in my chest every time he laughs, every time he touches me. I has not told him yet that I loves him but maybe he loves me. That look makes me thinks he does.
     He pulls me into his arms and tucks my head against his chest so I can listens to his strong heartbeat. "Do you hear that, Kitten? Do you hear Daddy's heart beating?"
     "Yes, Daddy."
     "It beats for you. Only you. You are Daddy's precious girl and his most favorite thing in the whole world. Daddy does not lie to you. This is real and you are safe. No one is ever going to take you from Daddy. Now you have another Little about to arrive, so excited to see you her daddies told me she was up all night creating all kinds of chaos because she just couldn't wait. You can stay here and be afraid and spend every day wondering if this is all real...or you could go meet your new friend. And enjoy your new life with her and Daddy and Marsha. What do you want to do?"
     There is no judgment in Daddy's voice, only a genuine question. What wills I do's?
     I pulls away to looks in the mirror again, at me and Daddy's reflections. At Daddy's smile. I turns to him and nods. "I wants to go meet my new friend."
     "Then let's go, Baby."

Sylas
     My little girl's hand shakes in mine as we stand outside of the house, watching the black luxury edition car arrive. I can practically hear the squealing from inside and know Jace's Little will be pressed right against the tinted windows, eager and desperate to get out of the car. I look down at my precious girl and for a moment, I am nervous as well. Rory is a kind and loving Little but also very excitable and my Emmy can be so shy. Hopefully Jace and Romeo have already had a talking to with their Little and instructed her to behave and not scare her new friend.
     The car stops, a door opens, and out steps Jace, followed by Romeo. They are practically day and night in appearance, two halves of a completed whole. Where Jace is elegantly slim, fair-skinned and bright-eyed, Romeo is all graceful intimidation with his broad shoulders, olive complexion and dark eyes. Even their clothes are in total opposition, yet form a perfect picture. Jace is outfitted in a bright buttercup yellow Prada blazer and white pressed slacks, a matching ascot tied at his throat. Romeo, as always, is instead dressed in a far more sedate black Armani sweater and pants, the shadow to his love's blinding sunlight.
     Behind them is Rory, her pink and purple hair loose in chaotic waves down her back, brown eyes wide as saucers and filled with excitement as she tries to squeeze past her daddies to the front. She is dressed almost identical to my baby girl in knee-high white socks, a hot pink skirt made of fluffy tulle, and a white sweater decorated with sparkly rainbows. The moment her eyes land on Emmy, she noticeably bounces up and down, unable to contain herself.
     But at least she is behaving.
     "Sy, you look positively alluring today!" Jace croons as they walk over.
     I try not to laugh. "So do you. Love the blazer."
     "You lie but that's okay- I lied about you being alluring" He grins wickedly, then eyes my clothing with obvious objection. "Jeans? Really? Of all days to not wear a suit."
     I roll my eyes. "I will try to do better in the future to please you."
     "You could try, darling, but you will never succeed."
     Romeo sighs and shakes his head at his husband. "The two of you, I swear. One would think you hate each other the way you go back and forth."
     "Now, now, Sy and I banter to sharpen each other's wit" Jace argued. "He needs it, as dull as he is."
     I sigh. "If you're quite done, I believe your Little is about to burst."
     The three of us look down at Rory, who is hiding behind her daddies but is bouncing up and down so fast she looks as if she'll take off any minute. Emmy, however, is hidden behind my legs, peeking out at the scene with obvious reluctance.
Romeo nods down at Rory, who takes a big step forward and sticks her hand out to Emmy. Though her Little age is somewhere around five or six, she is no older than eighteen or nineteen at best. "Hi, Emmy!" She squeals.
I look down at my princess, who is biting her bottom lip, clutching Pestilence to her chest. While she doesn't look afraid, she doesn't look excited either.
"Princess, say hello to Aurora" I command gently.
Emmy's sucks her thumb. "Hi, Wory." Deep in little space then.
Rory immediately senses this and comes closer, a little shy now as she lowers her hand. "I gets nerbous too when I meets new peoples. I's never mets another Little before."
This seems to comfort my baby, who tentatively smiles. "Me's neither."
Then Rory being Rory, she grabs my baby girl in a tight hug and rocks her back and forth, though gently. "Is okay, Emmy! Now we's bestest friends and we knows each other!"
I take a step forward, waiting for the tears, waiting for my little girl to race back into the safety of my arms. Perhaps this was too much. Perhaps we should have-
But then Emmy surprises everyone by hugging Rory back just as tight, burying her face in the other girl's chest. "I's never hads a friend before. I's so happy to meets you, Wory."
     Warmth blooms in my chest as I smile down at my baby, watching as she hugs her new friend. I did that. I gave her one of her wishes (a friend) and made a dream come true. I want to do that every day for my angel. I want her to feel like the world is safe, people are safe, and most importantly she is safe to be herself. She doesn't even know it yet but I am so in love with her. I hope she continues to let me care for her, to love and protect and make her joyful every day.

Emma
     Wory is just likes me. I wonders if she likes Sophia The First. Coulds we plays tag? I has always wanted to plays tag with the kids at da playground but they was always afraids of me.
     Rory and I is in my pretty pink princess room while Daddy talks to Rory's daddies in one of the sitting rooms. Marsha was in the kitchen as Rory and I passed by and I remembers blushing when the old woman gave me a wink and an encouraging smile.
     So far I has shown Rory every toy in my toy chest, introduced her to Pesty, and shown her all the pretty pink and white and teal and rainbow clothes Daddy has gots me. I doesn't wants to show off my stuff- I wants to show off my Daddy. "Looks at my daddy, who wescued me from the stweets and treats me likes a real princess every day!" I wants to tell her. I is so proud of my daddy. I loves him so much.
     After showing Rory my room, we stands awkwardly for a minute, unsure what to do.
     "I's never gotten to plays wif another Wittle" Rory tells me. She turns a tiny bit of pink. "I doesn't uh...I's not sure..."
     "Me eiber" But we's both becoming smaller and smaller faster and faster. It makes me feels more brave and I give her a cheeky grin. Fast as I can's I poke her in the arm and runs to the other side of the room. "You's it!"
     Just like I hoped, Wory squeals and chases after me. We runs all around my room, giggling and squealing and trying to poke each other despite stuffies all over the floor and pillows thrown every which way. Wory gets me, I gets her. She gets me, I gets her again. This goes on for forever and I is so happy and distracted by our fun that I doesn't notice the tightness in my bladder telling me it's time to use the potty. Instead I keep playing until Wory tackles me to the floor, tickling me all over as I squeal and giggle and begs for mercy.
     It is only after I feel my tutu gets warm and very wet that we both stop, looking down at the yellow puddle on the floor around me.
     For a moment my head is perfectly quiet. I just peed myself. I just peed all over me.
     And then the tears come.
     Loud and wailing I begins to cry, trying to scoots away from Wory and da mess. I has only ever had a few accidents at Father's but when I did, Arella would wash me and my clothes as fast as she could before Father saw. Sometimes she would throw them right into the trash just to be safe. There was many nights I woke up from bad dreams to wet sheets and Arella would have to change them in the dead of night to avoids being found out.
     But one time he dids find out. One time he saw before Arella could helps me. I remember the snapping of bone and my cries to stop, pwease stop. Father dids not stop.
     I hasn't had a single accident since coming to Daddy's. Maybe is because I has felt safe but now I knows I am definitely not safe. No matter how nice Daddy is, he will be mad. He will spank me in my wet clothes and thinks I'm nasty.
     "Is okay, Emmy, is okay" Wory tries to comforts me. She steps around the puddle and gently pats my back but I flinches away. I sees the hurt on her face and begin to cry even harder. Now my new fwiend hates me. She thinks I is dirty and a baby and pees on myself all da time.
     But instead of leaving, she grabs my hand. "Is okay, Emmy. Me has accidents too." Then she lifts her skirt and shows me a baby pink diaper covered in unicorns and smiling sunshine faces. Her's is still dry. "We tells your daddy and he gives you's a new diaper-"
     "But I d-doesn't wear d-diapers!" I whimper. "Daddy wanted me to tries but I said I's a b-big girl and I d-doesn't wanna wear dem all da t-time!" I could tells Marsha but she would just tells Daddy.
      Wory nods in understanding, biting her lip. Then she quickly looks around the room. It looks like she's thinkin hard about somefing. Then grabs my hand again, eyes determined as she pulls me to my feet. "Don't worries, Emmy. I has a plan."

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