I only have a short time to complete this research. I'll get it done, but it means I will be at my desk for hours today.
I'm looking forward to it.... Today is Wednesday. Your day.
I've gone to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee when you come out of the bedroom.... Wandering down the hall, sleepy, rubbing your eyes cutely. You do look younger than your 23 years.... So petite, my little waif. You've thrown my t-shirt on, and it looks adorable.... You are completely dwarfed by my clothes.
It's cute. I am smitten.... No doubt.
"Good morning cutie pie." I say.
You stop. You look up at me and smile sweetly.
"Oh Daddy, it's my day, isn't it?" You reply excitedly. I can see you waking up and getting excited for our day today.
"Yes, it is princess. Are you ready?"
"Almost, Daddy. Let me go pee and grab my pillow." You reply and turn on your heel.
I saunter back to my office and slide into my chair. I pull my chair towards my desk.... It is an antique. I inherited it from my parents. They call it a Paymaster's Desk. It's an old Mission style piece with some heavier Spanish influences... curly cues here and there, a few decorative carvings, but masculine, straight lines.... It is basically a table, with a drawer on one side.... Four legs, open underneath.
"Back to it", I think as I settle back into work.
I've been working for about five minutes, when you appear in the doorway. You are, as instructed, naked and dragging your pillow behind you. You have one of your multitudes of stuffies in the other hand, dangling by one little stuffed arm. I smile at you and motion you in with my hand.
You place the pillow on the floor in front of my desk, and then push it forward with your foot. Then, you bend down and push it in between my spread feet. Then, you crawl under my desk and settle yourself on the big red pillow Daddy bought for you a few months ago.
It's comfortable under Daddy's desk. Like a fort or something. You pull your Lawrence, the stuffed puppy-dog, over and set it on the floor next to you. Lawrence likes it under here too.
You can smell Daddy.... You can smell the wood from the desk... Decades of polish adding a lemon hint. It feels warm and secure here. You reach out tentatively for Daddy's leg.
It's warm, a little hairy.... His blonde hair beginning to turn gray now. You wonder if Daddy will go gray early and look all 'Profeesory'?