Chapter 7

“Do you want to talk?” I asked.

“Yes. No. Maybe.” was the reply.

“I love you very much, sweetie, and that has not and will not change.”

“I wanted this all to be special for you. We love you so much and want you to be happy and well, we see you looking and, well, you’re good looking and Allison’s had such a crush on you and you obviously weren’t going to do anything about it.” She took a breath. “And then things got rolling and it felt so comfortable and so right and then things went further and she wanted to spend that special moment with you.”

The stream of thought continued to spill out with talk of love and jealousy and confusion about what would happen next. I did my best to reassure her that it was my job to keep her feeling safe, and even if things ceased I would continue to love her and wouldn’t be mad. We talked through our thoughts and feelings, but left the future uncertain. She moved closer to me and lay her head on my shoulder. I held her hand and we sat still, just relaxing, until our stomachs reminded us that brunch had been a long time ago.

We put on a movie and she again curled up next to me. I smelled her hair and felt the urge to be intimate with her come over me. The ball was in her court and I wasn’t going to force a decision. At bedtime I dressed myself in a t-shirt and boxers. She transitioned herself to a t-shirt and panties, this time with some flowers printed on them. I hugged her goodnight and kissed her on top of her head, again inhaling her scent. My bed seemed very lonely when I climbed in, and just after I turned off the light her silhouette appeared in the doorframe. “Daddy? Can I sleep in here tonight?” She snuggled in next to me and we fell asleep in a comfortable silence.

I woke up Sunday morning with her draped across my chest, idly playing with my chest hair under my shirt. We shared a tender kiss on the lips, but the passion wasn’t there at the moment. She settled back into her position with her head on my chest, the smell of her hair filling my nostrils. Enough time had passed and we got up and went about things as though it was a usual Sunday.

Indeed the week itself passed by in comfort, with us living our usual lives, but spending the night together in the same bed. The physical touch increased, but it wasn’t until Friday night that things changed. I was there in the usual attire when Madison arrived at the door. She paused, then knocked lightly on the door frame.

“Daddy? Can I sleep in here tonight?”

The room was rather dark, but her outline didn’t look as though she was wearing a shirt. I accepted her in and she climbed naked in bed.