Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
He turns the light back off, but the faint morning sunlight is peeking in between the blinds. My eyes are heavy, but I’m not tired. I’m just happy.
“Will you marry me, Layla?”
The question startles me. I twist to look at him. “Yes.” I don’t hesitate.
He lifts my hand in his and strokes my ring finger. “I’ll get you a ring this morning. We’ll go to the courthouse this week.”
My heart is racing. He’s serious.
“If you want a big wedding or something or a giant reception, we’ll do that later. I want you to be legally mine now.”
Tears run out of my eyes. I’m choked up. I can’t respond. I already said the important word. Yes.
“I’m going to take next week off,” he continues, “I’m taking you to Littleworld.”
I gasp and bolt up to sitting, twisting around to look down at him. My mouth drops open, but I’m too stunned to speak.
He chuckles. “My girl barely moves as I tell her we’re getting married, but I mention Littleworld and she bounces through the roof.”
I shove him onto his back and climb over him, straddling him so I can bend over and kiss all over his face. He was kidding. He’s not upset by my reactions because I could have easily expected him to suddenly declare we were getting married. What I did not see coming was the trip to Littleworld.
“Are we really, Daddy?”
He runs his hands up and down my back. “Of course. I wouldn’t lie about something as important as Littleworld. That would be cruel.” He starts tickling me as he drags me off his chest and flips me onto my back. He leans over me, pinning me down. “I love you, Baby girl.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
Chapter Fifteen
I’m bouncing up and down as Daddy grabs our bags from the back of the SUV. I can’t believe we’re actually going to Littleworld. It’s like a dream vacation I never expected to take in my entire life.
“Hold my hand at all times in the parking lot, Little one,” he demands. He’s pulling our one large suitcase with one hand and has my diaper bag over his shoulder.
I skip alongside him as we head for the ferry that will take us over to Regression Island. I start firing questions. “How long does the ferry ride take? Will we get there in time to go to the parks today? Will I get to see Amelia today? Where are we staying? Will it be hot?”
Daddy chuckles. “Baby, you rattled all those questions off so fast I can’t remember most of them.”
“I’m excited.” I beam up at him. I lift my left hand and wiggle my fingers, showing off my rings. “My husband is taking me to Littleworld. I have a right to be excited.”
“I love it when you say husband. It’s not as cool as Daddy, but it’s still nice.”
I giggle. “I could call you husband Daddy or Daddy husband.”
He chuckles again. “I don’t think either of those have a ring to them. I say you stick to one or the other.”
When we reach the ticket booth, Daddy hands off our suitcase to an employee, pays for our tickets, and leads me onto the ferry.
I don’t mind wearing a diaper at home, but I was concerned about wearing one in the car and worried we would get here and I would stand out among the other Littles. I’m relieved to see that nearly every Little is dressed exactly like me. Daddy said they would be, but I needed to see for myself.
“Can we sit up on top?” I ask as we board the ferry.
“If you stay away from the railing.”
I giggle. I still find it funny when he makes comments like that. The railing is perfectly safe. No one is going to fall overboard, but Daddy likes to make a big deal out of safety issues that would be appropriate for someone at the age I prefer to pretend I am.
We find some seats facing the water in the open air, and Daddy opens the diaper bag to pull out something I haven’t seen before. It looks like a pile of nylon straps, and my breath hitches when he shakes it out.
I glance around and know exactly what Daddy is holding. A harness. Several other Littles are wearing one. A rush of arousal makes my pussy soaked.
I hold my breath as Daddy pulls me in between his legs and slides my hands through two sections of the harness. I’m wearing a pink T-shirt that says Littleworld on it. Daddy gave it to me as a gift with a week-long pass to the three Littleworld parks after our wedding.
“Turn around, Baby girl.”
I’m panting as I face the water, holding my arms out so he can situate and adjust the straps around my breasts and between my legs. He clicks all the parts together at the small of my back, and I gasp when he cinches it tight.