Dear Diary (Love, Daddy 7)

“I hope so too baby, but I won’t let anyone mis-treat you. Not on my watch so if they don’t behave, they will deal with me. Just because they are family doesn’t mean you will put your neck on the stump as they grab their axes. I’ll tan that little behind of yours after I deal with them. No one takes advantage of you anymore baby.”

“I know. I’m doing much better about it all. I always know there is a grizzly bear standing behind me.”

“Yep. Oh, and I did get the final dismissal from Bella about all the harassment cases. It’s all wrapped up.”

“Good. What a mess. Like some movie plot. I mean, a twin? A mentally ill twin to boot.”

“Exactly. I keep thinking what would’ve happened if Joe hadn't revealed himself.”

“Joe. I feel so bad for him. First living the way he did with your parents. Then they both die from overdoses then he’s in foster care. It’s horrible.” I turn over hugging my huge Daddy barely getting my arms around him.

“I know baby. My attorney’s will do what they can on his case. He needs treatment which I’ll take care of. But even so, if he ever tries to hurt you again…”

His voice trails off. He’s in a tough spot. His only real blood family he knows tried to ruin him. Ruin me. Ruin us.

And yet, he wants to help. He’s conflicted about it all and I do what I can to be supportive but not push.”

“You know it’s our anniversary.” He changes the subject and I feel his body soften.

“It is?”

“Yes. One month ago today I saw you in the lavender dress. I knew I’d have you right then.”

“You did? What if I didn’t like you?”

He shrugs, kissing my hair. “Didn’t matter. I even remember telling myself if you didn’t want to come with me, I’d kidnap you.”

I smack his shoulder. “No more kidnapping.”

He sniffs. “We’ll see. Think it might be fun. We could pretend your long-lost Daddy comes and finds you. Takes you to his lair…teaches you all the ways to make him happy.”

“That’s sort of what happened.”

“True. I’m sure you have a story like that in your diary.”

“I probably do. Maybe I’ll read it to you later.”

He chuckles. I finally revealed my diary to him after we got home from the hospital and things were settled with the police. For once, I wasn’t ashamed of my dreams, my feelings, everything about me inside those pages.

Jackson took to reading them in chronological order. He wanted to know everything about me, wanted me to hold nothing back and I never dreamed I’d allow it, but with him, it’s only made us stronger.

He knows me better than anyone ever has and loves even the dark and not-so-perfect parts of me.

“Alice wants to know when you want to do a fitting on your wedding dress. She left you a note on the counter.”

“Okay. I’ll call her later. I have that meeting today with the two guys from the production company to finalize my show ideas.”

“Good baby. I’m coming with you.”

“You don’t need to. I know you have loads of other work to do.”

“I want to be there. You can handle the meeting, I’ll just be there for moral support.”

I look up into those blue eyes that still make me shiver. “Yes, and to make sure they don’t get any ideas. Or look at me sideways. Or make any comment about me what-so-ever. You’re going to have to trust me someday Daddy.”

“I do trust you. I just don’t trust anyone else with you.”

He smiles, and my heart beats faster.

I wrap my arms around his neck, sliding fully over him.

And I know. I love this man. He makes me happy.

I know I’ve found my one and only. My love. My best friend. My Daddy.

And soon, my husband.

“I love you.” I whisper in his ear, then cry out loud when he flips me onto my back, and his mouth closes over mine and his cock is once again inside me.

“I love you too, baby. Now, Daddy needs to fuck you again, so be a good girl and be quiet. We don’t want anyone to know…”

Chapter 23

Jackson

Thirteen years later

“How many cupcakes can we make mommy?” Evangeline our youngest is turning five today and as per our tradition, the kids get to help make their birthday cakes and cupcakes with Chastity.

“As many as you want.” She answers as I roll my eyes rubbing my bigger-ever-year belly.

“Which means I’m gaining another twenty-pounds.”

I walk around and give Evie a soft swat on her behind as she stands on a stool next to her mother who gets a harder swat on her behind.

I lean into her ear. “You still feel me with you?”

She gives me a pinched smile glancing at Evie who is playing in the chocolate cake batter.