by Rachel Burns
Had he threatened them?
That didn't matter now. She was his, and he would see to it that she had everything that she needed.
Brian pushed his cart up and down the aisle for Easter treats. There was so much to choose from that he felt overwhelmed at first. Then he decided that the chocolate bunny was the most important thing. He would work his way down from there.
They had over fifty for him to choose from. Would they be able to sell all of this stuff in time for Easter?
He checked expiration dates, not wanting to give his sweetheart something old.
A smile unfolded on his face as he pictured Amelia taking a bite of the bunny's ear. He grabbed one with especially long ears. She would have more chocolate that way.
He picked out this and that, enough for five children.
This was fun. He wanted to hide everything in the garden and take pictures of her looking. The longer she looked for her goodies the more pictures he would have. He regretted that he didn't have more pictures of her. The video with her dancing in her princess dress with her paper crown was so dear to him.
At first, she hadn't known that anyone was watching her as she pretended to dance with him. He wasn't forcing her into anything. She was pure girl, his little girl.
***
“Good morning, sweetheart. It's time to wake up.” Daddy was shaking me trying to get me to wake up. I was just so tired. I wanted to tell him that I needed a little more sleep; an hour might do the trick.
“Amelia, the Easter Bunny was here. Don't you want to go outside and see if he brought you anything?”
I longed to be able to say later, but I couldn't. This meant a lot to him. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, just like I had on Christmas morning. A little sex might be the thing to wake me up.
I saw that Daddy was already dressed in a suit and a tie. This was already starting out badly.
“Come on, sweetheart, it's bath time.” He took hold of my wrists and gently pulled me towards him. He looked so excited about what he had planned. I didn't want to ruin it for him.
“The Easter bunny was here? To see me?” I clarified, knowing that he wanted me to say something along those lines.
“Of course, he visits all the good little girls and boys.”
Tears burst into my eyes. “Wasn't I good before?” I sobbed. It felt like my heart was breaking.
I knew that I was being stupid, but still I couldn't stop. There was no such thing as the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus, but there should be. I guessed that was why I was crying. People and animals like that should exist.
Even unloved children should have a moment where someone made them feel like they were special and just as important as the other children.
I was sobbing so terribly that I couldn't support my own weight anymore. I dropped to the floor and bawled into my hands.
“Amelia, it's all right. I'm here now. You will never be forgotten again.” He sat down on the floor next to me and tried to wrap his arms around me. I turned away from him, ashamed of myself.
Daddy tried to follow me as I turned. I didn't want him to see me. This was so embarrassing. I wanted to stop crying, but I couldn't. What was wrong with me?
“Amelia, that's over. You're with me now. I made everything all better.”
“But you can't take the memories away. You will never know how lonely I was.” I tried to scoot away from him, but he stayed right next to me.
Slowly, I made my way over to the wall. I pressed the top of my head to the wall and left my hands over my eyes. I wanted to be left alone. He needed to understand that I wanted to lick my wounds in peace.
I felt his arms wrapping around me again, only this time he was gentle about it.
Daddy tried to pull me away from the wall. He rested his head on my head, but I didn't feel the weight of it. He kissed my shoulder every once in a while as I sniffled and cried.
I wanted to feel better about myself, but I couldn't stop. I was a terrible person, and my own father hated me. My life was worth nothing to my own father.
Daddy was talking to me. He was using the softest of tones. His words were washing over my body and dripping off.
I tried to settle down and understand him. I wanted to feel better now. My heart needed to settle down.
Daddy's words were starting to make sense. “Some people just think about themselves. Maybe he was raised to think that way. He just doesn't have any empathy. I'm so sorry that he didn't love you, like you deserved to be loved. I would like to point out that I love you very much.”
“I love you too, Daddy.” I took several deep breaths. I was slowly blowing air out of my body. My heart rate was calming down. “I'm so sorry I acted like that. That came out of nowhere, didn't it? Please forgive me.”
“There is nothing for me to forgive. Your emotions got away with you. That happens on special days. We are just going to think about today and not about the past. Everyone wants you to be happy and smile. Can you do that for me?”
“I don't know.” I turned and looked into his brown eyes. “It just feels right when I am being ignored. What if you realize that I'm nothing special, and that you are wasting your time with me.”
“Nonsense. I know how lucky I am to have you. You deserve to be treated well. I regret all of my mistakes. If only I could go back in time, there are so many things that I would do differently. However, I would marry you again and again. I love you, Amelia. You make me feel complete.”
“Don't be sad, Daddy. I'll be good now. I'm so sorry.”
He gently kissed me on my lips. “I don't deserve you. When I think how much I have hurt you – . I'm so sorry. I doubted you and shouldn't have.”
I watched his brown eyes fill with tears. Then he looked away from me. I had ruined his perfect Easter morning. I needed to say something that would make him feel better about himself. His tears were breaking my heart.
“Daddy, everyone wants you to be happy and smile today. Forget about the past. Can you do that for me?” I repeated his own words. “Just think about today.”
He smirked and slowly turned his head back to me. “I don't deserve you, but I thank God that you are mine anyway.”
An hour later, Daddy had me dressed in my new Easter dress.
My closet was so full that Nanny had problems getting things into it. Nanny and Daddy picked my things out of catalogs, or they had my seamstress make things for me.
They decided that I wouldn't be going shopping again because I had almost gotten lost last time. I had been relieved to hear that. I had grown afraid of the world outside of our front door. I had come to love the routine that my life now gave me.
I could have been finished faster, but after my outburst, Daddy felt that I needed to be made love to. He brought me to bed and did his duty as a good husband. At least, that’s what he whispered in my ear.
I was due a warning spanking this week. Daddy said that with the way I had cried that I wouldn't need it this month.
We made love like we did once a month too. It was more passionate than it usually was. My hands ran all over his body. I wanted more. I wished that Daddy could live inside of me. Daddy had me in tears again. I was crying with need for him.
Daddy was very loving at first, but then we had gotten wild. Daddy grabbed onto my hips and drove himself into me so roughly.
I gasped and panted while I pleaded with him not to stop. I told him to take me harder and faster.
He didn't stop until I was a quivering mess. My body was jerking and clinging to his. My heart settled down, and I was able to let go of him and sigh happily.
“Daddy loves you so much.” He lay down next to me and smiled over at me.
I smiled back like we had a huge secret that just the two of us knew about.
“We need to shower and go down. Nanny is waiting.”
“I'll be good now.” I sat up, and so did he.
“You are good, very good even,” Daddy teased me. I knew that he meant sex when he said that, so I blushed.
Daddy sat up on his side of the bed. “Oh Amelia,” he said surprised.
“What?” I asked unsure.
“I have a little bit of blood on me. You are getting your period a little early this month.”
“I'm sorry, Daddy.”
“You don't have to be sorry. Everything makes sense now.”
“What do you mean?”
“The crying makes sense now,” he explained. “You just have really odd PMS.”
“What's that?” I asked.
“Premenstrual Syndrome, it has to do with hormones. Yours make you sad before you get your period. You just need to have a good cry, and fantastic sex, and then you’re fine.”
“Am I normal?” I asked.
“Some women get aggressive. I wouldn't like that. Personally, I think that you cry because you are just too young for a period. It is too much for your mind to handle. I wish I could spare you the pain and the blood, sweetheart. You don't need one. Imagine what would happen if you got pregnant. You are too young to understand your period. A baby would be too much for you.”
I nodded along, agreeing with him. When I had thought that I was pregnant, I was scared out of my mind.
Daddy was just giving me the type of life that I needed.
Luckily, it was the kind he needed too.
“Take the basket and look all over the garden. Anything you find to eat or play with is yours.” Daddy held out the basket to me. It was a spacious basket. I could get a lot in it.
Nanny was standing behind Daddy, smiling and nodding at me. Daddy was concentrated on his camera. He wanted pictures.
I could sort of see something pink behind a bush. I headed over that way. There was obviously something there. I peeked back to see if I was doing this right.
Nanny nodded at me, and Daddy held up the camera, grinning.
I dashed over to the bush and pulled the pink box out from behind it. There was a chocolate bunny in it with especially long ears. I stared at it for a moment. The bunny looked so happy. They had such nice things for children. I wished I had a child to buy these things for. I could easily see how Daddy would get a kick out of buying such things.
I slipped my chocolate bunny into my basket and looked around. I didn't see anything else. I had to search to find more.
I found chicks out of marshmallows with yellow sugar coating and dozens of chocolate eggs.
Would Daddy really let me eat these things?
“Keep going, Amelia. You still haven't found any jellybeans. The Easter Bunny always brings those along,” Daddy called out.
I went into the orchard. On a bench, I spotted a stuffed animal bunny. He looked like he was sleeping. I snatched it up from the bench like this was a race, and someone else might take him away from me. The bunny was so soft, and his eyes were closed. He was sleeping on his front paws. I hugged him to my chest.
The camera flashed. Daddy had caught up to me.
“I'm going to name him Peter Rabbit.”
“That’s very creative,” Daddy teased me.
“But Daddy, he just looks like a Peter Rabbit.”
“I can't argue with that.” He was beaming at me.
Nanny came up behind us. “She found her main present, how lovely.”
“Guess what she named him, Nanny.”
“Let me think – a famous rabbit.” She placed her pointer finger on her chin and looked up at the sky as she thought about it. She frowned and looked at me. “Oh Amelia, not Bugs.”
“No, Nanny. I named him Peter Rabbit.”
“That's a good sound name for a rabbit.” Nanny laid her arm around my shoulder and pushed me in a certain direction. She was giving me hints as Daddy followed behind us taking pictures and filming with his camera. Everyone was perfectly happy.
I was relieved that my period had finally come. At last, that worry was gone. I was Daddy's little girl. The only one he needed.
I brought my treasures inside. Daddy took me into the living room. There I unpacked all of my sweets and presents. Nanny had to help me carry in. I got a basketful of sweets, a tin full of bunny shaped cookies with frosting, and two new games as well as Peter Rabbit.
“Daddy, will you play Memory with me?”
“Sure, Sweetheart. Did you see that this is a special one? All the flowers are spring flowers. They also have summer and autumn flowers. When you know all the flowers, I'll get you the next set.”
Nanny cleared her throat. She was worried that I would get spoiled.
“I really do appreciate the things I got today. You don't need to buy me anything more,” I assured him.
“You are such a good little girl. Daddy likes to buy you pretty things. You deserve them.” Daddy smiled at me kindly.
A moment later, he looked up at Nanny. “Amelia needs to go to the bathroom often. She has her period.”
“Oh, she's a little early,” Nanny commented.
I couldn't believe that we were talking about something like that on Easter morning in the living room. “Daddy,” I sighed.
“Amelia thinks that the mysteries of a woman should never be mentioned.” Daddy spoke like he was telling a scary tale.
“It is Easter morning, and we are in the living room,” I scolded him.
He smirked at me. “Granted. A point for you. Daddy has to use his front parlor language.”
Half an hour later, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was surprised that there was no blood. It had been so long that I expected a heavy period.
I figured that my period was just starting.
Daddy had been very far inside of me, and he had been rough. My period would probably get stronger soon. I put in a fresh tampon and returned to Daddy and Nanny.
The cook called us to the table personally. Usually a maid came for us, but we didn't have any guests with us today. The cook was excited about the delicious things he made for us.
“Couldn't Uncle Ned come?” I asked.
“He is in Europe, revisiting all the sights that he visited with his wife. He is reliving his Honeymoon.”
“Is that sad or nice?” I asked not certain what I should think about that.
“Both, it's sad because he is all alone but nice because he wants to remember her and keep her close to his heart.”
I took hold of Daddy's hand and laid my head on his arm as we walked into the dining room.
We feasted on a huge brunch and laughed and talked. Daddy took several more pictures.
I told him that he was getting to be just like his brother. That made him smile.
The mood was just great.
Daddy suggested that we sing together in the living room. He sighed when I quickly agreed. “I need more days like this one. A man should have more time for his family.”
We sang all afternoon, and in the evening, we watched a movie. Unfortunately, the movie had been in 3D. I had to where special glasses so I could see things.
Daddy was proud that we had 3D.
I tried to be good as we watched, but the movements were making me sick. I held onto my tummy and wished that the movie were already over with.
I peeked at Daddy. He was holding onto my right hand, but his eyes were fixed on the screen.
I took a sip of my water, hoping that it would help. I had a bowl of popcorn on my lap. I nibbled on them again and again, hoping that they would absorb my stomach acid.
I didn't want to be sick. Daddy would think it had come from the Easter candy that I had eaten. He would take it away faster than I could say jackrabbit.
The actions scenes were terrible. I closed my eyes and just listened to what was going on. But when people were talking, I watched.
The movie was nice, but it was more of a guy movie. Daddy told me that he had been waiting for this one to come out.
Normally, he wouldn't let me watch something like this, but because he was beside me it would be okay.
The movie ended, and the credits started to roll. I’d had my eyes closed for the last ten minutes. I
hadn't missed anything. Things had just been blowing up.
When the hero kissed the girl at the end, I didn't really care that either had lived. This wasn't my kind of movie.
“That was great. How did you like it?” Daddy removed my glasses and smiled at me.
His smile turned into a frown. “No more 3D for you. You got seasick, didn't you?” He sounded so disappointed.
“I'm sorry, Daddy. I just have a very sensitive stomach.”
“I know. I'm not mad. You should have said something.”
“You were enjoying it so much, and you wanted to share that with me. Besides, now that it stopped I feel so much better.”
“Nevertheless, no more 3D. It isn't okay when you feel sick. I'll bring you to bed.”
Daddy told me that I got to sleep in tomorrow morning as we walked down the stairs to our floor. He had to go to work, but he wanted me to stay home and sleep. I tried to appear as healthy as I could, so he wouldn't think that I was a weakling. I had just been so sick recently. I didn't want him to get bored with me.
I heard him whisper to Nanny about my outburst from this morning before he brought me to bed.
Daddy brought me to his bed. That surprised me. He usually had me sleep in my own bed when he needed to get up in the morning, and I didn't.
“I will be very quiet in the morning, so you can sleep. I just figured that it would be better for us to share my bed tonight. Sleep well.” He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
I debated telling him that my period wasn't here yet, and that we could make love, but I was still a little sore from this morning.
It would be better to wait the week. My period would probably come on time.
I pushed my worries off until tomorrow. They would be there, waiting for me in the morning. For now I was just too exhausted to think about them.
Chapter 5 – Worries
Brian kissed Amelia as she slept in his arms. He pressed his body closely into hers. She was such a good sleeper. The other daddies often complained how difficult it was to get their little girls to go to sleep.