Page 154 of Daddy's Pride
And when they’d gotten there, Isla had engaged one of her core lesbian traits and tackled furniture building with an intensity that had Rachel hopping around, trying to get her to take breaks and drink tea.
She’d taken a few days off work, to help Rachel settle in, and in the back of the van she’d packed a surprise.
So when they got hungry, Isla sent Rach down the road to pick up some fish and chips, and set about building her babygirl a princess tent.
The instructions were more complicated than the ones for the bed, but somehow she managed to put it all together and erect it in a corner of Rachel’s living room, nestled in between two bookcases that were overflowing with plants. It was pink, of course, and looked like a castle, with pretty net curtains that allowed the inhabitant to hide away.
Isla filled it with soft cushions and then placed a small stuffie in the center, a cat filled with a tiny beanbag so that it looked like a fat cat when it sat. It was small enough so that it would fit into the pocket of Rachel’s jeans when she was out and about; a perfect pocket-sized stuffie, for a perfect babygirl.
It took longer to build than Isla had expected, and she had just placed the kitty in the center of the tent when the front door opened and Rachel walked into the flat.
“Daddy!” she called. “I’ve got food!”
“I’m through here,” called back Isla.
Rach came in, talking so fast that Isla had to concentrate to keep up. “I got cod and scampi, and only one portion of chips, but a large portion because the portions are huge and—fuck!”
“Language, babygirl,” said Isla, but she was grinning because Rach was clearly stunned.
“What did…? How did…? Daddy, what did you do?”
“I made you a princess tent.”
Rach dropped the food on the table and dove headfirst into the tent. There was an audible thump as she hit the pillows. “There’s a kitty!”
“I thought she could keep you company when I’m not here,” said Isla. “Do you like the tent?”
Her head popped out from between the net curtains so suddenly that it made Isla laugh. “Like it? I love it! Seriously, Daddy, this is amazing!”
“Well, you work so hard that I thought it would be good for you to have a space that you can hide away in when you need a break. And I thought you’d like it being surrounded by plants on each side.”
Rachel looked up at the bookcases beside her and smiled, a beautiful sunny thing that warmed the room as much as it did Isla. “It’s gorgeous. I love it; thank you.”
“You’re so welcome, babygirl.”
“Now I just need picture books to read in it.” She shot a cheeky smile at Isla. “Don’t you think so, Daddy?”
And the next thing Isla knew, she was eating chips and pouring over picture book lists, helping Rachel pick out some of her favorites to order.
“You’ll read me stories, won’t you Daddy?” asked Rachel, and in that moment Isla would have done anything at all that her babygirl asked of her.
“Yes, my darling,” she said. “Of course I will.” And then she leaned across and kissed her girl.
Chapter Eleven
This kiss felt different.
There was something about it, something charged, that made Rachel sit up and pull back, looking at Isla quizzically. “I thought you wanted to take things slow.”
Her Daddy blushed. “It’s been a month since we started dating, and—if we’re honest with ourselves—years of being in love. And seeing you here, creating your new home and space, I simply couldn’t be prouder. I love you, babygirl, and I would like to make love to you, if you’d like to.”
“Well then,” said Rachel. “I guess it’s just as well that you started by building my bed.”
She stood up, her lunch abandoned on the table, and taking Isla by the hand, drew her into the bedroom.
They stood for a moment, slightly awkward, until Isla ran her fingers through Rachel’s hair, fisting it in a tight hold that made Rachel gasp.
“Tell me, babygirl, what do you want Daddy to do with you?”