I was sitting in the recliner in Junior's room, rocking him as he had his breakfast, when Daddy came to the door. He propped himself against the doorframe and watched us with warm eyes, smiling gently. I beamed up at him.
"Baby girl, I'm going out for a while, I have some errands to run and have to see a few people - will you be OK for a few hours?"
"Sure, Daddy, not a problem. Did you get some breakfast - REAL breakfast," I asked with a half-severe look when he gave me an evil grin, "or do you want me to make something before you go?"
"Sweetie, the reason I'm here is to help you with things, not to give you things to do. Our new relationship changes nothing in that regard, you are not expected to suddenly wait on me," Daddy said quietly.
"I guess I'm not sure WHAT my specific role is now, Daddy, so I'm just kind of feeling my way?" I replied. "But making you breakfast isn't a huge deal anyway, and I would have offered that no matter what."
Daddy walked over, placed a kiss on the top of Junior's head and another on my forehead. "I know, baby, I know - and I love you for that, among many other things." He straightened up, and as he walked out, he said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll see you in a few hours."
And so I was left alone with my baby and my thoughts. My mind was alternately in a rosy haze, the feeling of being newly in love tinting everything beautifully, making me sigh happily. But in the next minute it would switch to uneasiness, anxiously wondering how Daddy and I were going to make this work. Sure, I had faith in my father, but it's one thing to know he would always be there if I needed him, and a whole other thing to think he would find a way for us to live together as husband and wife!
My thoughts drifted, guiltily, to Victor. He was a good man, hard-working, honest, generous, devoted to his family. Victor ran his family business, a prestigious and but small chain of restaurants with locations in a select number of cities worldwide.
He was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, finalizing paperwork and getting some preliminary things taken care of. Unfortunately, things were taking longer than usual, and whereas he would usually only be down there a month or two for this part, this time he had already been down there for four months and might not come back for another two at this rate.
Thinking about him tore my heart in two, half feeling admiration, the other half, regret. I had always been so impressed with his level of dedication to the business. He was thirty years old, and had been in charge of the family business since he was 24 - unheard of in the industry. He was great at it, though. He would travel to the city being considered and, armed with research on local restaurants, visited those he thought would tell him the most about local preferences.
Before the pregnancy made it complicated, I would occasionally accompany him on these trips. But my own job prevented me from going as often as I would have liked - I, too, worked at MY family's business. We owned and operated an exclusive but not overpriced small chain of hotels.
I had started working with my father from the time I was 16, and as his only child and living family member, my whole life I had known I would one day inherit the business. I was a hard worker and a quick learner and I had gotten my BS in Business, going on to earn my MBA in record time. I wanted to focus on learning everything there was to know about our business, hands-on, so I was very motivated.
And our next project was for - Cape Town. Daddy had considered this location at several times over the years but once Victor's business had committed to making Cape Town its next location, Daddy really set the wheels in motion. Of course, the whole idea hinged on my moving there with Victor and Junior, where the three of us could be together while the two of us worked hard to expand our businesses.
At this thought, I once again groaned with dismay. What was I going to do? It was now inconceivable for me to move to Cape Town - I could no longer be with Victor, and it was ludicrous to think we would both move halfway across the world to South Africa and NOT be thrown together constantly at social and professional events. It was hard enough to have to face an "ex" without it being further complicated by maintaining a secret life with Daddy and all that in a foreign setting!
I wracked my brain trying to see what angle I was going to approach this situation from. Try as I might, I kept coming up with nothing, and after a couple of hours spent with Junior while thinking up one silly scenario after another, I finally gave up. I spent the next two hours trying to distract myself with more mundane activities, such as making a shopping list, doing laundry, and bathing, clothing, and feeding my son.
Eventually it was time for Junior's nap, and I put him in his crib. As always, he was soon out like a light, and I took the monitor with me and went to the kitchen to start figuring out dinner for later. Roasted chicken, couscous, and asparagus looked like a winner, and just as I contentedly close the refrigerator door, strong arms encircled my waist from behind and pulled me back against a strong, comforting male body. I gasped in surprise, then sighed when I inhaled the delicious aroma that was my Daddy. He smelled clean, a bit spicy, and so downright masculine that my entire body surged in response.
When Daddy lowered his mouth to my neck and started to alternately kiss, lick, suck, and bite at my skin, I could feel a tingling heat all over and an immediate rush of wetness in my cunt. His cunt. Oh yes...
Daddy raised one hand to my chin and turned my head toward him while simultaneously tilting it back so he could claim my mouth with his. His searing kiss left me reeling and the thought that this man was mine forever brought tears of joy to my eyes. Eagerly I turned in his arms so that I could throw mine around his neck and cling to him, pulling myself against him as if I were trying to fuse us together. Daddy growled in response, closing his arms tighter around me.
As if it had been weeks, not hours, Daddy and I kissed, licked, bit, and sucked at each other's mouth, desperately, as if our lives depended on not breaking the contact. His tongue rhythmically fucked my mouth, plunging in and exploring it, over and over again. His teeth captured my bottom lip and he drew it into his mouth, alternately licking and sucking on it, then switching to my tongue, and back again.
My tongue dueled with his, twisting around it, thrusting against it, and when I slid it up between his gum line and his upper lip, he gasped and shivered and drew me closer. Every now and then we would move our mouths to each other's neck, but it wouldn't last long, as our greedy mouths were far too impatient for the other.
Eventually the initial blaze of passion abated enough for us to just hold each other while trading softer, more tender kisses. Daddy sat on a chair and pulled me down to sit on his lap.
"God, I love you so much, Jennifer," my Daddy said between kisses. "I never knew how much one person could mean to me on this level."
"I love you too, Daddy, and I will never understand how I could get so lucky as to share this love with you, to find my true soul mate, to know I am only just beginning what will be an amazing life!"
"Yes, baby, it will be." Daddy drew back slightly and looked me in the eye. "I am confident things will work out for us. I've already set some wheels in motion, and soon I should know if the plan worked. If it does, we are pretty much all set. If not, then I'll move on to Plan B. For now, baby girl, all you need to know is that Daddy will take care of everything, ok?"
