Page 94 of Daddy's Pride

She remained quiet for long minutes. "I think about it. I'm scared, though. It's delusional really. It's like if I don't know I can be in the safe, little bubble."

"Not delusional. No one wants to lose a loving family. I'd hate that for you. Although, you have me and Freida, and for what it's worth, my parents. They're like the community parents. Dad has gone on more pick-up calls when parents reacted badly than I can count. Mama welcomes them in and makes them food, gets them settled in a guest room. It’s just their normal."

"Did it hurt when your other mom… I don't know how to ask."

"It's good. We haven't talked since my mid-teens. There's no mother-child bond to try to fix." I laced my fingers at the small of her back and accepted her soft kiss offered in comfort. "Yeah, at first, it hurt. I won't deny that. No child wants a parent to disown them. She was never a mom. She played the part well when I did something that made her proud or look good."

Which wasn't often. I started binding and finding my personal style in my early teens. My once-long hair got chopped off. I stopped shaving. I was no longer the daughter she wanted. I was the thing she hated. Maybe I should've felt more betrayed by that, but it just was. Mama got me into therapy to make sure I dealt with it in a healthy manner.

"Have you seen someone professionally to discuss your feelings about your parents?"

She smiled at me. "Yeah, nothing regular. My insurance isn't the greatest. I've gone to a few groups at community centers."

"I just want you to be mentally healthy and happy. That's the only reason I asked. You should go to the center and talk to Mama. She helps with transitioning and resources. Or just talk to her. She's a great listener. Although, I talked to Dad more."

"Why does he call you Hank?" she asked with a wide grin.

I groaned. "I always hated Henrietta. It's a horrible name." I tapped her backside when she giggled at my expense. "Dad started calling me Hank on my he/him days, and it kinda stuck."

"Where did Rogue come from then?"

"Oh, that's a story. Back in the day, when I was figuring out who I was. I rebelled a bit. Dad called it my ‘going rogue’ days. I showed my entire ass for several years. Some days I was he/him, some they/them, rarely she/her, even though I use those now sometimes. But I did a lot of partying, disappearing for days. I gave Mama several gray hairs. Dad tracked me down on one of my rogue days. It's a bit of a reminder about that talk. It kinda stuck like Hank did."

"What did people call you at work if you didn't go by your birth name?"

"Barrister. Mx. Barrister if it needed to be formal. Some work friends called me Rogue at work. Rogue just became natural; it was the name I chose. Just like I changed my name to Barrister when I turned eighteen. Dad cried his ass off."

Trinity's smile softened. "Strangely, I can see that. It's always the big, scary ones that are softies."

"True. You want to venture out tonight to do something?" I asked. I knew I said I wanted her to myself for three days, but that didn't mean we couldn't go to a couple thing like dinner or a movie.

"No, I'm good. I like this. It's always school or work, the apartment is usually just for doing my homework and sleeping. Those four walls close in pretty easily." She hugged me tight and the feel of her, like always, was amazing. "We can do an outside date or whatever later. To be honest, a staycation with a lot of snuggling and sex was just what I needed."

"So glad you're enjoying yourself. I didn't want to share anyway. That's why I keep putting the parents off. I really do want this to work, babygirl. There was something about you the minute I saw you that said you needed to be mine. We can go as fast or slow as you need, but understand this: I'm all in."

"I'm okay with that."

I playfully growled at her. "I don't think I asked.”

I tightened my arms around her and lifted her off her feet to carry her toward the living room. Groceries were low, we'd probably have to do an order or just get dinner delivered for that night. I stopped in front of the couch and fell backward. She squealed as she landed on top of me. Her legs naturally straddled my hips. She hugged my neck, and I just held her. Memorized her scent. The weight of her. The soft brush of her hair against my cheek and neck.

This was exactly what I'd already pictured when I found my person. The woman who I could love and be affectionate with. Someone to laugh with and love on. Someone to be my partner, maybe my wife, and my babygirl. The perfect person for Rogue and Daddy. Trinity was the perfect package for me. We laid there on the couch just taking each other in with no rush to do anything except be together. One day, I'd ask the serious questions, but for the time-being, we'd discussed our expectations.

We'd been honest with each other. Trust and love were hopefully just a matter of time.

Patience, Rogue. I was getting really fucking tired of that voice because it was making too much fucking sense.

Chapter 15

Trinity

I screamed into the pillow under my face as Rogue's hips snapped against my ass. Their fist tangled painfully in my hair as Rogue owned me. My bottom was on fire from the spanking. I'd earned it. I'd teased them for days as I worked and caught up on schoolwork. When I'd shown up earlier, I'd barely made it into the house before Rogue had dragged me upstairs. Pushed me over the end of the bed, pushed my skirt up and tore my panties down to the center of my thighs.

My small breasts and stomach jiggled as I attempted to brace for the next thrust but there was no defense. Rogue used me, yet demanded over and over for me to tell them how good they made me feel. My dick was semi-hard and slapping between my thighs and belly. Widening my stance, I wanted more. I wanted harder. Fuck, I wanted everything Rogue believed I deserved.

Sweat beaded on my skin. Drops tickled my neck.

"This pretty ass is paying for your brattiness. You learned your lesson," Rogue demanded.