Trigger's Light - Carol Dawn Page 0,18
on the left side of my face. “As much as I want to play with you, I really need to talk to Big Mathea, please.”
He’s right. I can feel myself reverting into my little headspace. It feels so easy to fall with him here. I somehow manage to pull myself back out.
I reach out and grab his still extended hand.
“Hello, Mason,” I begin. “I’m Mathea Blankenship. But I like it when people call me Thea. I’m twenty-three years old and am in the process of fighting for custody of my nephew.
I manage a bookstore and love reading. I’m a hopeless romantic and have been searching for the person searching for me. I’ve never killed anyone, but I guess there’s always a possibility.
I have Little tendencies and have wanted to share them with a Daddy Dom but was too afraid to try.”
I take a deep breath and wait.
“Did you hear the part where I said I’ve killed?”
“Yes,” I nod my head. “And will probably do it again. I trust that any killing you’ve done or will do was with good reason and that they were bad people?”
“They were,” he says.
“Does this mean you want to be my Daddy Dom?” I ask.
He lifts me like I’m a feather and places me in his lap.
“I want more than that. I want to be your partner in every way. I want to love you and care for you. I want to be a dad to Brendon when we get custody of him. I want everything, babygirl. Will you give me everything?”
Looking into his eyes, I see only truth. And fear? Is he afraid I’ll say no?
Yeah, right!
“I don’t wear diapers,” I say, instead of yes.
He throws his head back and laughs. That has to be the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.
“Duly noted,” he says.
“And I don’t use a pacifier, but I sleep with my stuffie, Lucifer, every single night,” I continue.
“You named your stuffie, Lucifer?” he asks. “Why?”
I jump up and rush to my room. I grab Lucifer from under the bed and rush back to stand in front of Trigger. Mason. To stand in front of Mason.
I stretch out my hand and show him Lucifer. He’s a brown teddy bear with red horns, large black wings, and a red tail.
“Ah, now it makes sense,” he says, grinning.
“I know he’s ugly, but he’s really soft and cuddly.”
“He’s perfect,” Mason says.
“Can I call you Mason instead of Trigger?” I ask.
“You can call me whatever you want, babygirl. Just as long as you know who you belong to.”
I gather some bravery and let myself fall. I crawl on his lap and cuddle against his chest.
“Yes, sir.”
I don’t have the courage to call him daddy, just yet. But hopefully, this is a step in the right direction.
Chapter Thirteen
Trigger
“Are you grinning, brother?”
Ignoring Ink, I walk over to Brick.
“Got a favor to ask, brother,” I say.
“Name it.”
Can you take Thea to work and sit with her until I come back?” I ask. “Got some shit I need to take care of today.”
“I know I messed up, man,” Ink says, stopping next to Brick. “But I swear you can trust me to protect her.”
All signs of playful Ink are gone and, in its place, stands the brother we would all trust to have at our backs.
“You didn’t mess up, brother,” I tell him. “No one asked you to watch out for her. Neither one of us blames you. I actually need you to come with me.” I turn back to Brick. “What do you say?”
“No problem,” he says. “Do I need to go pick her up at her house?”
“Nah, she’s in the kitchen talking to Slim,” I answer. “She’s ready whenever you are,” Turning to Ink, I say, “Meet me outside in ten.”
I search for Thea to tell her who is going to be with her for the day. I find her in the same spot, but alone.
“What happened to Slim,” I ask, wrapping my arms around her from behind.
“He got a call about some missing kid,” she tells me. “Apparently, he helps the police find them. How awesome is that?”
“Slim is a man who wears many hats,” I tell her. “Listen, I have to leave for a few hours. Brick is going to take you to work and stay with you until I return.”
She smiles, leans up, and kisses my cheek.
“Thank you for wanting to keep me safe,” she says. “But I don’t work today. I don’t go back until Monday. I don’t mind staying here, though.