Anxious Little Baby. [23]

Casey's POV

When I got to work I did all of the usual things: clocked in, turned on the machines and stuffs. I had to get Lucas to double check if I did it right; I'm not feeling the biggest today. Lucas is the only other person working -while I am- today.

And now I'm behind the register, taking a little girl's order while she stands with her mother. Of course, I have to put on a polite smile; to be honest, I don't like actual children, even though I'm a little. I just don't like how loud most children are, and I don't like that they could act that way and not be judged: I envy them. It's not only that I envy them or that they're annoying, of course, but that's two reasons why.

"That will be $7.59 ma'am." I tell the little girl's mother in front of me, politely, with an enduring smile. She smiles and hands me the money.

I give her back her change, and call out, "Thank you and come again." She grabs her daughters hand and saunters off -out of the cafe- with her.

I look around and it's not too crowded, only a few people are actually sitting here. This is how it usually is on Monday's; people don't have enough time to sit down, because they need to get to work. Which is good for me, since I don't feel like an adult. I want to leave and be with daddy...

"Hey Casey, you're doin' good." Lucas compliments me, "Your shift is almost up, you just gotta last till then." I blush lightly; I guess I wasn't being discrete enough on how bad I want to leave. I smile at him and say thanks.

"No problem, actually, do you want to leave now?" he asks, and my eyes brighten, "I can cover for you until the next person gets here; there aren't many people." I smile wider and hug him tightly. His face turns a shade of red, though I'm not sure why.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I squeal excitedly, and let go of him. I quickly rush to take off the apron-type thing I have to wear while working, as I walk into the staff room. I shove it into my work locker, after pulling out my keys, phone, and wallet. I giggle to myself. I'm going to surprise daddy! Or well... I'm going to try to. I forgot that I don't know which apartment is his. I'm going to ask him, and try to be subtle.

I take out my phone and text daddy, "Da, I don know chur apartment number for when I get off"

Is that discrete enough? I hope so, I wan surprise him!

He texts back quickly, "Number 42, kitty, it's in the building right in front of where you parked last night." I smile and nod to myself, okay!

"T-tank chu, d-da, I-I wuv you, a-an I'll s-see chu soon w-when I g-get off" I send back, trying to make sure it's convincing enough.

I blush at his reply, "No problem cutie, be careful and drive safe for daddy." I decide not to message back after that.

Instead, I walk out of the staff room, giving a small smile to Lucas. Then, I walk out and head to my car. I press a button on my keys to unlock it, then I open the door and slide in. I put key in the ignition, and start it up. I start driving to daddy's; I memorized the way there last night as he was driving.

Once I got to daddy's apartment, I turn off the car and slide out of the seat. My heart is beating quickly again, like it was when we first met. What if he gets mad at me for surprising him, and bothering him while he's working? What if he can't work because I'm here?

I shake my head, the rest of my body already quivering from how nervous I am. I close the car door and lock it, so no one can break in: obviously. I nervously start walking to the building in front of me; then I look at the numbers on each side: "39", and "40". Daddy's must be up the stairs. I trek up the stairs, and look at both of the numbers on that floor: "41" and... "42"! Yay!

A rush of excitement and nervousness travels through my body. I knock on the door, and wiggle nervously. I'm still scared he'll be mad, but I really hope he's not.

I hear a far muffled "Hold on!" from him, and I giggle. I guess he really wasn't expecting anyone soon. I hear a thud from behind the door, and start to get worried. Then the door opens to reveal a disheveled daddy. His shirt looks like it's on backwards, and his pants look like they were just pulled on quick (which they probably were), and his hair is sticking up in a few different places.

I giggle at his appearance. He looks down at me, tilting his head slightly in confusion. "Kitten?" he asks me softly, confusedly. I blush darkly, and shuffle my feet nervously.

"H-hi d-dada." I respond quietly, looking up at him. He steps out, and I flinch slightly, scared he's going to be mad. He leans down and kisses the top of my head softly, and then lifts me up, making me squeak.

One of his hands goes under my thigh, as he puts my legs around him; the other goes onto my butt: to hold me up. My face turns red as he starts rubbing it gently, making circles with his fingers. Then he finally speaks up again, and when he does, I come to the conclusion that I've accidentally been close to hyperventilating: it was quiet though. Which is something I've had to learn to do, is be quiet; especially when it comes to throwing up, whining, whimpering or crying (unless it was sex... then he really wanted to hear me whine, whimper, and cry..)

What leads me to this conclusion is him telling me softly, "Calm down, baby, I'm really glad that you got to come early, I missed your adorable little self. Take deep breaths, okay?" I realize myself, that I'm breathing erratically, and that I'm shaking in his arms. Then, I try to do as daddy says.

While I'm trying to steady my breathing as he said, he carries me into the apartment, and shuts the door. I hear the click from the door as he locks it. I don't look up from his chest as I'm carried in. He sits down onto what I presume is the couch: I can feel it press against my leggings. His hands move from my butt and thigh; to my back and side.

Slowly, my breathing evens out and I calm down. I whimper and look up at him, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes, "I-I-I'm s-sorry you h-had to s-see that..." I sniffle slightly. He frowns at my words, and kisses me softly, then looks me in the eyes.

"Don't apologize for something like that kitten, not ever. Understood?" He tells me gently, his voice sweet and sensual; it makes me get goosebumps. I blush darkly, and nod. "Ah ah ah, remember the rules baby." He reminds me softly.

"Y-Yes s-sir." I stutter out, still being embarrassed from my mini panic attack. I bury my face into his chest, and grip onto his shirt. It's soft and black; which isn't surprising. He kisses my temple softly, rubbing my back in a circular motion, and rubbing up and down my side.

"Good boy.." He says quietly, then he continues by asking, "Do you want to tell daddy why you freaked out, baby?" His tone is so sweet an caring, I blush from just hearing it. I whimper quietly when he asks, and grip onto his shirt tighter.

"I-I f-f-fought d-da m-migh've been m-mad a-a' m-me..." I tell him with a quiet, shy voice; my face is still buried in his neck. I feel him press his soft lips against the top of my head. He continues to gently rub circles in my back, then he moves his hand to my lower back and continues.

"Why would I be mad at you kitten?" he asks softly, kissing my temple. I try to scoot up on him, so that we're pressed together more. I blush darkly and he pulls me against him, reading my movements and my mind.

"B-b-because I-I showed u-up before t-telling you, and I-I-I t-thought y-you'd b-be m-mad a-at m-me because y-you're w-working..." I whimper out quietly; he wraps his arms around my waist tightly.

He kisses my temple and whispers out softly, "I missed you so much kitten, and I want to be with you all the time. It doesn't matter if I'm busy or not." I blush more as I feel him kissing and lightly sucking at the spot below my ear. "I'm just happy to see you again." His hands move back and place themselves on my hips; he gently moves them up and down, going down a little more, making my shirt go up a little a few times. I moan quietly at the feeling of his hands sliding under my shirt; he caresses my sides with his big, warm, soft hands. "You're gorgeous, baby.." he mutters, looking down at my body, trailing his eyes along every curve and every indent. I blush, feeling his stare on me, like I'm under a microscope.

I blush more and hide my face further in his neck, then whimper. "N-Nuhuh..." I pout, scooting up on him a little to get closer. He smiles and kisses my forehead. Why is it that he can make me feel like my heart is beating at two hundred miles per hour...? I didn't even feel this strongly about.. you know who.

"You're so so so hot, sexy, adorable, beautiful, gorgeous, handsome.." he trails off, leaving me to have my cheeks burn. I bury my face in his chest, hiding my flushed face from him. "Oh! I almost forgot, I said I'd get you a gift if you were a good kitty while I wasn't there.." he starts, I look up at him quickly, ignoring my burning face. I smile wide in excitement, he actually got me something! "Would you like to have it now, baby?"

I nod in excitement and eagerness, I wonder what he got me. I hope it's nothing too expensive.. I'll feel bad if it is... If it is then I'll pay him back. O-or I might just pay him back anyways.. I-I don't like people getting me things; I was told I was ungrateful and didn't deserve them.

He smiles and stands up, then he sits me back down on the soft, smooth couch. He walks out of the room and down a hallway -which I assume leads to his room- then he comes back, holding something behind his back.

He chuckles at my wide eyed, excited expression. Then he gets on his knees in front of me, so that he can look up a little to look at me. I blush as I notice our positions. He leans up and kisses me softly, I moan quietly as I feel our lips more in sync with each other for a minute, fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces.

He pulls away slowly, much to my displeasure; I still do want the treat, though. He smiles, and teasingly asks, "Have you been a good kitty?" I blush darkly and nod slowly, embarrassed.

"Y-yesh d-dada.." I answer him gently, after remembering the rule. He smiles at me, and slowly pulls out what's behind his back. I squeal at the sight of it and grab it.

It's the bestest thing ever!

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