Page 5 of Willa’s Weddings

He turned on the light in my bedroom but I immediately cringed and pressed my head against his shirt. “Too bright.”

“Sorry.” He dimmed the light to the lowest setting and walked me to the bathroom. “Can you sit up by yourself?”

I could but I didn’t want to. “No, Daddy Troy.” My body responded to him like muscle memory. I’d been naked in front of him a million times before, but Kylie was always there as a buffer between us.

She shared her Daddy with all of us, and I loved every second of it.

But now, it was just me and him and he was still taking care of me.

“Okay, I’ve got you, Willa Rose.” Troy lifted the seat and guided me down until I was sitting. Without an ounce of shame, I peed as he steadied me with his hands on my shoulders.

When I was finished, I sat there a minute, hazy and floating. “All done.”

Troy handed me a neatly folded piece of toilet paper. “You got this?”

“Yes.” I took the paper from him but leaned too far to the side and almost toppled into my bathtub. “Whoops.”

Troy sighed and spread my legs wider so I was a bit more stable then with as little fanfare as possible, reached between my legs and gently wiped me. He wasn’t grossed out or bothered at all. He never was with me. He was gentle and completely focused on taking care of me. “Up now so we can wash your hands.”

I stood with him still just in front of me and pressed my tits against him. Face to face, I could almost feel the tension growing between us as firmly as I felt his dick pressing against my tummy. I gave him complete control as he pressed my hands together, then held them under the warm water. My eyes didn’t leave his face in the mirror as he lathered me up and rinsed my hands off.

When my hands were dry and we were done in the bathroom, Troy turned me around to face him again. “Bedtime now?”

“Bedtime.” I wasn’t ready to say goodnight to him but my eyelids were being heavy again and they didn’t like staying open.

Back in my room, I flopped onto the mattress before Troy could pull the covers down. “Roll over and then roll back.”

I did what he said and when I got back to my spot, the comforter was gone and the cool sheets were waiting for me. “I’m sleepy, Daddy. Um, Daddy Troy.” He was fine with all of calling him Daddy Troy before, but I didn’t want to assume it was okay. Then again, he had just helped me pee. “Can I still call you that?”

Troy was tucking the comforter up around my shoulders when he froze in place. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t you be able to?”

I shrugged and turned my head so I was staring at the window. “Cuz you’re not Kylie’s Daddy or my Daddy so maybe you want me to just call you Troy.”

His strong hand carded through my hair. When he reached the top of my scalp, he gently fisted the strands and turned me to face him again. “I’ll always care for you, Willa. You can call me Daddy or Daddy Troy or Troy. Whatever you feel comfortable with.”

I held his gaze for a long moment as so many questions tried to come into focus in my brain. But thinking was too hard at bedtime, so I just nodded and closed my eyes. “‘kay. Stay with me tonight, Daddy. In my bed.”

He sucked in a deep breath slowly exhaled as he smoothed out my hair. “Yeah, of course. I just need to get you some aspirin and⁠—”

“No.” I grabbed his hand and curled it to my chest. “Stay now, Daddy.”

“Okay, baby girl.” The words were soft and impossibly kind as he eased himself under the covers on the other side of my bed, careful to give me space.

But as soon as his weight sank in next to me, I slid over and buried my face in his chest.

As always, he didn’t stop me. He just let me mold myself against him. Daddy’s arm wrapped around my back with his hand on my hip, so close to all my private parts but not touching a single one of them. Unfortunately.

My thigh wedged between his, and I took a deep breath of the comforting scent.

“Do you miss Kylie?” I didn’t want to ask him that but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. A second ago, I was almost asleep but now I couldn’t sleep without knowing if I was betraying one of my best friends.

“I still see her sometimes.”

That wasn’t exactly an answer. “I know, but do you miss being her Daddy?”

He was quiet for a long time and I almost dozed off before he finally spoke again. “I’ll always care for her but we weren’t right for each other. She needs someone…softer. She’s a good girl and needs a Daddy who appreciates that.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant. “You don’t like good girls?”