CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT

SPENCER POV

I absolutely refuse to express an opinion until Violet has whittled her dress choice down to three. I want it to be her decision, exactly the dress she wants.

      She’s surprised me, but that in itself isn’t surprising. She’s always surprising me.

      Her three choices are so grown up. Tasteful gowns in dark colours, rich navy or mulled wine.

      I can hardly contain myself as she slips into the dressing room to try them on, and when she steps out in the blue dress I lose the power of speech.

      She really does take my breath away.

      “I like it,” she tells me. “I like it a lot.” She smiles. “In fact, I think I love it.”

      She does a twirl and the fabric swishes. It’s highlighted with diamante, tiny little stones that look like stars in the night sky.

      “I think I love it, too,” I tell her. “Very much.” I sigh. “You look gorgeous, Violet.”

      “This is the dress,” she says. “I just know it.”

      She turns around for my help with the zip, and it’s so nice to brush my fingers down her spine.

      “Then we’d better go pay for it,” I say.

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I’ve never been so proud as I am to have my beautiful Violet on my arm at the Christmas party.

      Her eyes are still bright and shining with innocent wonder, but my little girl isn’t a little girl, not with her makeup on.

      She’s most certainly a young woman this evening.

    My friend hands her a glass of champagne, and nudges me to convey his approval.

      “I’ve heard so much,” he tells her. “All good, of course.”

      “I’m so pleased to meet you,” she says, and she means it, I can tell.

      “This is my wife, and my daughter Zoe.” I smile as warmly as she does, and it thrills me as Zoe strikes up conversation.

      Maybe they really could be friends.

      I’d like my sweet Violet to have nice friends.     

“They’re so nice!” she gushes and lands a kiss on my cheeks. “Zoe said she’s here for weeks until she’s back at uni, and suggested we go to theirs for their Boxing Day party.”

“Would you like that?”

      She nods. “I’d love that. I love meeting your friends, Spencer.”

      I’m certain they love meeting her, too. My assistant, Noah, and Jacob from IT. So many people I’ve seen every day and given no thought to whatsoever.

      That’s all going to change.

      I’m going to change. Hell, we’ve changed so much already, Violet and I.

      I think there’ll be plenty of new developments this coming year, not least the little bump Violet seems eager to have in her belly.

      We’ve talked about it properly, just like we should have done before I unloaded my cum into her pussy at every opportunity.

      She’s young, but not that young, and I’m certainly not getting any younger myself.

      I still want to be able to do everything good fathers do.

      I want to trek through the countryside with our butterfly nets, and be there for them until they’re plenty old enough to take care of themselves.

      I have time, but it’s ticking.

 The necklace is a sly little test. I present it in its sweet little box, and watch her expression as I open it.

The disappointment is only fleeting, but it’s there.

      A necklace not a ring.

      But it’s beautiful, and I think so too.

      “Oh, Spencer… Oh my God…”

      “A diamond for my sweetheart,” I tell her, and step behind her to fasten it around her neck. “I can’t take the credit,” I admit. “My assistant chose it. You’ll have to thank her for her excellent taste.”

      “I’m thanking you,” she says. “I’ll show you how much I love it later.”

      And then she heads off to find my assistant.

      Her new-found confidence amazes me.

      Everything about her amazes me.

      Somehow I think my friend's wife really will need to be buying a hat for our big day.

      And soon.

      Very soon.

      I can’t wait until my sweet little Violet  is sweet little Violet Douglas.    

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VIOLET POV

He tells me my old house is finished. Good as new he says.

      I kick off my heels and thank him, but it feels so far away from that place.

      I guess it will be nice for Mum should she ever come back.

      Maybe she’ll be back for Christmas. Maybe I’ll get a text.

      Maybe she’ll even come to dinner with Spencer and me.

      Maybe I don’t really care that much anymore.

I’m excited about my own life now.

      I’m excited about finishing up my college course, even though Spencer tells me he earns enough for both of us. For all of us. For the children we plan to have and the life we want to lead. Enough for everything.

      At least child studies puts me in an alright position to have babies of my own.

      I want so many of Spencer’s babies.

  He says he’s going to redecorate West’s room. A new room for new little people when they come along.

      He’s already started boxing up her things.

      He’s moved her DaDDy drawing to the corkboard in the pantry. I trace my fingers around the letters sometimes, and wonder what it will be like to have a little girl of my own someday.

 Spencer threw the belt from the study into the fire, saying he doesn’t need that anymore either.

 He says that discipline doesn’t need to be cruel to be kind, and some rules are made to be broken. That’s life he says.

 The thought of his hand on my ass still gives me tickles, and I think that maybe I’ll have to be a naughty girl some time, just to go over his knee again.

 I really am dirty these days, and that’s ok too.

  I’ve been trying to find a way to tell him. Trying to find a way to show him what I want without it feeling icky.

 I mean how icky can it be to play a little when you’ve got someone’s engagement ring on your finger? It doesn’t get much more grown up than that.

I’ve only got a bit of time left before West’s pink room is all gone. Her bed is still there and her pink curtains too, but they won’t stay. Not forever.

      My pink robe still hangs on the back of the door, even if her fairy castle has been put away in the garage. I have a new robe now, and it’s purple, not pink.

      I even have lacy underwear these days too. If I could forgive Maggie Connor enough to speak with her, I’m sure she’d laugh.

I help Spencer chop up the vegetables for dinner, and my engagement ring sparkles in the light. I stop to stare and he grabs me from behind, lands hot kisses on the back of my neck until I squeal.

“Less of the magpie act, more chopping please, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m looking forward to an early night.”

      I am, too.

      I’ve been craving an early night all week.

      It’s the right time, my ovulation app tells me so.

 I hope tonight’s the night his cum gives me a little baby of our own.

He leads me upstairs when we’re done eating, and I still follow him, even his little shadow.

 His fingers squeeze mine as he heads for our bedroom, but I stop, my heels digging into the carpet.

      He turns back and stares at me, his eyes dark in the way I love so much.

      “What is it?” he says.

      I smile so shyly, and my cheeks burn. My clit is so tickly as I think about my guilty little pleasure.

      I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.

      “I just… I was thinking…”

      “Spit it out, sweetheart,” he says. “No secrets, remember?”

I nod, then glance at West’s door, and he knows. He just knows.

  He’s smiling as he steps closer, and I’m smiling too as he hitches up the hem of my dress.

      “I see,” he says, and he does see.

      His eyes burn as he stares at my plain cotton knickers, white, just as he liked so much.

      “Have you been a naughty girl, Violet? Thinking dirty thoughts about West's sweet pink bed?”

      My breath hitches. My clit tickles.

      “Maybe…” I say.

      “Maybe?”

      I smile. “Maybe a little…”

      I worry that maybe he’s done with this, maybe it will be too weird for him with us trying for a baby and all, and I suddenly feel an idiot for pulling a stunt like this without asking, and maybe I should’ve-

      His lips stop my mind whirring, and his tongue is so fierce just like it used to be.

      He squeezes my nipples, pinching them just enough to make me gasp, and he’s groaning, hard against my belly his thigh presses between mine and rubs.

      “We don’t have to…” I begin, just to be sure. “I mean, if it’s weird, Spencer, we don’t have to… I just thought… for fun…”

      His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them in weeks. His smirk was dirty enough to make my tummy tickle.

      “Call me Daddy,” he says, and opens the door.

“Please, pleasure me, Daddy!” I meowed.