“I do, too. You can coordinate all sorts of colors with them,” he pointed out.
“You really do have sisters,” she laughed.
“I do. They trained me well. I’m pretty good at helping cramps get better, too.”
He watched her cheeks turn a rosy hue. “There are no secrets between a Daddy and his Little girl. You don’t have to be embarrassed, mi corazón.”
She nodded and then looked back at her nails. “Do we get to dance again?”
“That is the best way to get them dry.” Pedro called for music and loved that she bounced out of her chair, ready to go. He joined her, wishing he could freeze this minute in time as her Little side didn’t hesitate to enjoy herself. He was earning her trust.
* * *
“I think they’re dry,”Belinda said sadly as she touched the top of one nail.
“We’ll paint them again,” he assured her.
“And dance?”
“Of course. There’s no better way. Have some water and let’s sit down on the couch to rest.”
She drank deeply from the glass of water he handed her and couldn’t stop looking at her nails. Belinda knew they would make her happy each time she looked at them. This had been such a fun evening. The best Friday night she’d had in a long time.
“Happy?” he asked.
Her gaze flew to his face. “So happy,” she answered. “I love spending time with you. You’re unlike anyone I’ve known before.”
“I can live with that,” he commented with a serious expression. “I know there’s no one like you as well.”
“We’re pretty lucky,” she suggested.
“Extremely. It’s getting close to my baby girl’s bedtime. Do you want to sleep here with Daddy or go back to your apartment?”
“Umm,” she hummed and bit her lip. She really wanted to stay with him. “My apartment is lonely.”
“Then you stay here with me and Tink.”
“It’s that easy?”
“It’s that easy. Let’s get you in the shower and then we’ll go to bed.”
“Aren’t you going to shower with me?” she asked, batting her eyelashes as she remembered their previous shower experience.
“I’ll be there to towel you off. If I get in the shower with you, it will be late before we sleep.”
“It is the weekend,” she suggested, trying not to be hurt by his refusal.
“Little girls need their sleep. We have two more days to enjoy each other. The first time we make love won’t be when you’re tired. I want you to remember everything.”
A yawn stretched her mouth open and Belinda slapped a hand over it. “Sorry. I guess I am tired. It was a tough week,” she admitted.
“Thank you for telling me the truth. Ready to shower?” he asked.
“Yes.”
In twenty minutes, Belinda closed her eyes. She wore one of her Daddy’s T-shirts, no panties, and held Bubbles. Pedro curled around her, breathing softly into her ear. The bed shifted a bit as Tinkerbell jumped up and found a comfy spot of his own at their feet. She felt her mouth curve in a smile. This is heaven.