To the forever kind.
The kind I found with my daddy, and now I’m going to be a mummy. My heart is so full, it hurts and overflows from my eyes. All my life, I never knew what true happiness was until now. And it’s all thanks to Tyler Phillips, my silver god.
“You had a good day?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“Yeah, apart from the fact that my feet and back are killing me. Oh and I had to pee like a million times.” I pout.
“Oh, baby, want me to kiss it better?” he offers, his eyes darkening in lust.
“Uh, that’s what got us into this in the first place,” I tease, but he drops to his knees and begins to massage my feet, making me groan. His lips drag up my thighs and pull my dress higher as I settle back.
Since I became pregnant, he can’t seem to keep his hands off me. I usually wake up with his tongue or his fingers inside me—an incredible morning wake up, if I do say so myself.
“Well, if you insist, Daddy,” I moan, closing my eyes as he chuckles.
“I do, Angel. Let me make you feel good, let me love you.”
I sigh in happiness, letting him do whatever he wants to me…
After all, I’m just daddy’s angel.