“Where’s my kitten?”
After a few moments, I pad into Daddy’s office, pleasantly enough to the untrained eye, but he knows I normally bound in like an eager little pet. He takes in the sight of me: I’m comfy-looking enough in dusty pink soft cotton. It’s my favorite tank top and matching little sleep shorts set. His favorite too. It matches the simple collar circling my slim neck- another favorite for lazy evenings. The material is soft, and the small dangling heart pendant is apropos. I already wear my heart on my sleeve, so why not around my neck as well?
He leans back against the luxe leather of his desk chair and opens his arms. This is our unspoken cue it’s lap time. I settle in on his strong thigh, my knees resting on the other, my bare feet tucked in. Often I’ll go in for the kiss, my lips still in the shape of a sweet smile as we make first contact. This time, all I can do is wrap my arms around Daddy’s neck, and nuzzle my head against his shoulder. He runs his fingers along the goosebumps sprinkling my skin among the freckles. I was just under a blanket, and now the cool air tickles my skin. Thankfully his enveloping body is warm, and the chill subsides.