Luke's Kitten ✔

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"Michael."

I looked up from my phone, slightly irritated. I couldn't get past 100 on crossy roads. Luke beckoned me to come over to him. Sighing, I got off the tall barstool and walked over to the lanky blond.

"Let me see your lace." He requested.

"W-what? Why?" I asked.

"You were bad yesterday. Now lift your skirt." Luke said, looking at me expectantly.

I frowned and lifted my skirt up, showing him my hickey-purple lace. He smirked and licked his lips. I quickly let my skirt fall, embarrassed.

"No let me see." He said.

I shook my head, holding my skirt down and squeezing my thighs together.

"Come on baby. You look so pretty in lace. Especially purple." I said.  

"No I don't." I mumbled bitterly, backing away from him. "My thighs are too big and my tummy is ugly."

"What? No they aren't. Come here baby." Luke said, trying to pull me closer.

I shook my head again, moving away from him, "No! Go away."

He picked me up and set me on the island, "Why do you think that?"

"Because its true..." I whimpered, tears starting to prick my eyes.

I poked my thighs, "So big and ugly and my tummy's so chubby. Its not baby fat...its just me. And the scar."

"You're so beautiful baby. So so beautiful." Luke said, clutching my hands. "Look at your tummy."

I shook my head, not wanting to look at the stretch marks on my skin.

"Don't you see these little lightning bolts. I was always told that anyone with these were struck by lightning in past lives."

"If I was struck this many times by lightning I'd be dead." I grumbled, tears streaming down my face.

"Maybe but lightning bolts show strength. I think you're very strong and without this scar you wouldn't be a kitten." Luke said.

"Then I wouldn't be different. I wouldn't have to hide my ears and tail." I frowned.

"But then we wouldn't have met baby." He mumbled, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my knuckles.

I whimpered, feeling worse. I ripped my hands from his, covering my face as I sobbed. After shave and pine cones overpowered my nose when the tall blond wrapped his arms around me.

"You're beautiful Michael." Luke whispered, "Please don't cry or talk yourself down. You always look cute. Pretty dresses or some old sweatpants."

"I'm sorry daddy. I'm sorry." I repeat, clinging to him.

"Don't be sorry baby. Its okay. Its okay." He said, rubbing my back.

I slowly calmed down, hiccupping. Luke's shirt was wet from my tears.

"And your thighs are perfect baby." Luke said, moving his hands from my waist to under my thighs.

I blushed, "D-daddy.."

"And you know those boots you saw?"  he asked.

I shook my head even though I had a clear image of those pretty boot in my heads.

"They'd look perfect on my perfect baby." He smiled.

I blushed, hiding my face in his chest.

"My blushy babyboy." Luke smiled, "Lets go to the mall and get those boots you want."

"Okay daddy." I whispered.

"Is my happy boy back?"

"Yes daddy."

"Good. Now lets go get those shoes."