“Sounds like Daddy needs to punish you real good then, doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh,” I say, keeping my face forward so he can’t see the big smile that’s now plastered across it. I just went on a confession spree right there, making sure I got my own little version of fun in the sun today too.
The kids had theirs and now I want my little time, and I know Daddy wants to be, well…Daddy.
It may not be a dynamic that works for everyone, but does it ever set off fireworks in our relationship. Every. Single. Day.
“Uhhh,” I grunt, as his open hand finds my cheek just before he slides his thickness into my wet folds.
“It’s been five years and you’ve been a bad girl, not giving Daddy anymore babies.”
I nod.
“Are you gonna give me a baby this time?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I cry out so loud I bet the other boats a mile away can hear, but I know when our kids pass out after having a big day on the water they couldn’t hear elephants stomping five feet from them, so I’m not concerned.
“Good girl,” he says, filling me deep and I know the moment is already close. I feel it myself and know he won’t finish until I do first…because that’s what daddies do. They put their little first, and after we finish I’m going to be the first to tell him I’m already pregnant…with another child.
Because I might play the little girl role sometimes, but the real joy in life is having little girls, and little boys of our own.
It’s a completely different dynamic of course, but what’s universal in all this is the one thing that’s the super glue to a bond that’s unbreakable.
Our love for one another.
He fists my hair, pulling my head back. “I love you, Little Peaches,” he says, taking me back to when we first met.
“I love you, Daddy.” Because whether ten years ago, ten minutes ago, or ten…heck one hundred years from now…he’ll always be that exactly. My Daddy Next Door that became the daddy who shares my same address, and I share his last name.
Forever.
THE END