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The adrenalin of the whole Lyle situation had taken its toll. Fun and games could wait. Now it was time to take a breather and chill.

But Cassie wanted to say something to Kane. Something important.

‘I wanted to ask something,’ Cassie said. ‘And it’s super-important that you answer honestly.’

Kane nodded.

He looked serious, maybe like he was expecting the worst.

But it was Cassie who felt a little bit nervous.

‘Do you think that I’m your Forever Little?’

Cassie’s heart pounded inside her chest. It was thumping so hard, Cassie felt like it might just burst out at any moment.

She so desperately wanted to hear Kane say yes. It was all she had been able to think about on the way home. In truth, it was all Cassie had been thinking about since the first time they met.

On some level, even sub-consciously, she had always wanted it to be true. But the longer Kane went without replying, the more Cassie worried that her feelings might not be fully reciprocated.

‘Daddy?’

‘The answer is yes,’ Kane said, almost roaring with excitement. ‘Of course. The answer is a big, Daddy-Dom yes!’

Kane broke out into a big smile.

But his eyes filled with tears too.

It was an emotional moment for both of them.

‘Now this is where you say I’m your Forever Daddy!’ Kane said.

Cassie laughed and told Kane he was.

Over and over again.

It feltso goodto say it.

It was something Cassie felt from deep inside her. The connection between them was real. And now they had both been through so much together, it was a connection that they both knew would stand up to the biggest challenges.

Even in dark moments, of which life would always throw up occasionally, Cassie knew that Kane undeniably had her back.

Just like a Daddy should.

‘Okay I think this calls for a celebration,’ Kane said, springing up from the couch with a natural athleticism that belied his huge frame. ‘I’ll be one second.’

Cassie watched as Kane walked over toward the refrigerator.

Maybe Kane was going to crack open a bottle of champagne? It wasn’t Cassie’s favorite drink, but she’d happily sip a small glass in the spirit of celebration.

But Kane wasn’t bringing champagne over.

No, far from it.

When Kane walked back over, he was holding a multi-colored juice box in one hand and a bottle of low alcohol beer in the other.

‘A light beer, Daddy? Are you sure?’ Cassie asked, aware that low alcohol beers were often the subject of mockery as far as Kane was concerned. ‘I thought they were liking drinking fizzy brown tap water?

‘Hey, enough of the sass, Mister,’ Kane said. ‘Turns out that some of them are actually pretty damned decent. This one has all the great taste and less than one percent alcohol.’