Papa has his life together. I really admire that. He's the kind of guy that I'd like to think would be the good guy in one of Alfred's games. He'd be the one that everybody would count on to slay the dragon. He'd be the kind king that fights in his own battles together with his country.
I really have a lot of respect for Mama too. He's a very strong guy, not like Papa, but his heart is strong. They're good grown ups, and even better parents. They always want the best for each other, and for me and Alfred. I think Mama spends a lot more time with Alfred than he does with me, but it's alright. It's not because he loves Alfred more. It just happens that way.
I'm doing well in school. I always do my best, and I'm good at every class. Most of my friends have classes that they don't like, but I don't mind any of mine. We get to have recess too, so I get to have time to play with the people I meet and like in my school.
Papa always picks me up from school. Sometimes, we go run errands or pick something up first while we're out anyway. Once a kid that didn't like me beat me up because of the way I looked, and I hid all the spots they left from my teachers.
By the end of school when Papa picked me up, I wasn't talking very much because I was upset. He knew it, and he turned to me. I showed him all the spots that got darker since the last time I saw them, and Papa looked really upset. He kissed one of the brooses in a soft way so it didn't hurt.
He told me to pick any resteraunt and we'd go there. I said "The new French one." and he smiled at me and said "What you want, not what Papa wants." and I thought for a little bit longer and said. "The one I like with the sushi. Mimi's?" It wasn't called Mimi's, but he knew what I was talking about because I was close enough.
I don't usually ask to go there because the food costs a lot, but I really like it. He took us there and I saw that there was empty seats for two people, so I walked with him over there and we sat across from each other. The way he kept looking at me made me feel like I was on a date with him!
We got anything I wanted, but what I really liked being there was Papa. I only got a few things. When we went home, my tummy was really full of butterflies. I could feel them all fluttering and crawling upside down. I'd had a good meal with Papa, and it was so nice I didn't think about the girl who hit me once.
I told Papa I wanted to go to bed with him and he smiled because I think he'd knew I'd say that. I walked upstairs with him and into his room. I pulled up onto the bed and sat there, and the butterflies were all tickling me and flying around. Papa got on the bed and I crawled into his lap. He'd locked the door, so it was okay.
I kissed him first. I love it when I can start touching him first. I wanted to touch Papa more so I moved my hands under his shirt just like he does to me, touching his chest. Papa smiles and takes his shirt off all the way and he is beautiful. He touched me back and it was heaven. I sighed real loud and shaky because he only gets better at touching me every single time.
He starts pulling down my pants. I know that sounds weird but once he did that and started touching and I thought that would be a new thing that we'd keep doing but he got nervous again. Papa is really nervous just like me. He's a confident guy but he knows the right times to be nervous.
I asked him then why he stopped doing that and he said "That was a mistake." and I said "But I really liked it." and he was gonna not talk about it, witch is his way of saying not to talk about it, but I think the way I said "Please, please, please Papa!" must have made him give in.
Now he takes them off without me having to ask, and he takes off my underwear and everything. Oh my goodness. I'll never stop loving Papa. I'd tell you how he touches me but I can't even use words. I usually just get so distracted. I try to think but my mind puffs out like cotton and all I think is fluffy.
I just tell Papa I love him. That's what I'm supposed to do when he does a lot of good things that make me happy, and I don't know what's more fitting than him touching me all over like this. Even when Papa uses his fingers and it hurts, I just hug him tight and soon it's not that bad.
Sometimes I don't understand why Papa's touching me in some places, but it almost always looks or feels good. He's a good guy. If Papa is the one that's the good guy in any story, I'd wanna be the princess so he can save me. He wouldn't have to make me his bride because he did that to Mama already, and I'm not jealous.
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Comment Replies: Guest: Thank you for reading and enjoying. Sorry about the coding issues. I had technical difficulties, but after a solid hour to clear the error, I fixed the chapter within that first hour of upload. I'm glad I noticed it immediately. Thank you for your concern, though.
ducky-chan: Thank you for continuing to read. I have a lot of little ideas, and a few big ideas concerning the direction I want to take, but nothing is finalized. I'm going to be playing this by ear. I write it when I'm inspired.