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I got my door open, then decided it was best to just take them all inside. Worst case scenario, they were delivered to the wrong person. But also, I didn't know anyone named Grizzly Thorson in the area, especially not anyone withmyaddress.
It took a few minutes to get it all inside. Thankfully, none of them were extremely heavy. Once I had them spaced out aroundmy living room, I stood with my hands on my hips staring at them.
What could this all be? How did it get here?
I grabbed my box cutter from the kitchen, then sat in front of one of the smaller boxes. Some people preferred to open big to little because they wanted to see what was so grand first. I preferred starting smaller and working my way up.
I cut through the tape, and I was about to pop the lids open when there was banging at my front door. I startled so much, the box cutter flew out of my hand towards one of the stacks I set beside the couch. Pressing a hand to my chest, I quickly climbed up to see who needed me so urgently.
When I opened the door, Daddy stood there, hands on his knees, as he sucked in breaths.
"Baby," he said. "Am I too late?"
I bit my lip. "Too late for what, Daddy? I didn't know you were coming."
"Your presents," he said, looking past me to where the boxes were stacked up.
"Presents?" My voice hitched.
It had been so long since anyone had truly given me presents. I could barely remember a time when my parents did. And though I had Monty and other friends, it wasn't their job to spoil me. It wasn't anyone's job, really.
Daddy smiled. "Yes, baby, presents. I thought of you and wanted to get some things, but I couldn't have it delivered to my house because my pops is extremely nosy."
I nodded quickly, even though I hadn’t really met the man yet. Daddy had alluded to as much in our conversations. His father was involved in his life in every aspect, even going so far as to know he was a Daddy. I still wasn't sure if he knew I was his Little, though, and that could be a complication.
Shaking my head to clear the worry, I moved to the side so Daddy could come in. "I just opened the first one, but I didn't see anything because you startled me."
He rose on his tip toes and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then moved us over to the open box. Lifting it up, he placed it on one of the stacks and motioned for me to come over. "Go ahead, look inside. All of this is for you. We can open in any order you like."
I was happy to know he wasn't going to force me to open things a certain way. I would have if it was necessary, but again, I preferred my method. Moving the packaging paper aside revealed two small penguins. They were stuffed, and when I lifted them up, they had a little more weight to them than I expected. One was blue, the other pink. They had cute little eyes and beaks, and their little flappy arms were tiny.
"They're adorable, Daddy. I love them."
"I knew I had to get them the minute I saw them. They were a cute pair, kind of like us."
I giggled, holding up the blue one and the pink one on the sides of his head, then smushing them to his cheeks. "Yeah, Daddy, just like us. Spittin’ image."
He smiled, despite having his face crushed by the stuffed animals. I pulled them back down to my chest and hugged them tightly. They would fit in perfectly with my collection.
Daddy moved the box and trash away, then spread his arms wide. "Which one's next?"
Bit by bit, we worked through the boxes. There was everything from clothing to a weighted blanket to accessories. Unsurprisingly, there wasn't anything that I didn't feel comfortable with.
The bottle and pacifier situation were my limit. I loved having something in my mouth all the time. It was a compulsive habit. It used to be that I could chew gum or suck on a lollipop, but after a few rough dentist visits, I changed my ways. So now it was my thumb, or as Daddy had arranged it, a pacifier.
My mind drifted to other things I could suck, my cock plumping at the thought. We hadn't discussed anything yet, but maybe we could take that next step soon. We could connect in adifferentway.
Once we finished going through all the boxes, I looked around my living room noting just how chaotic it was. There were items on every available surface, with empty boxes piled around.
Daddy had found my box cutter in the shuffle, and after a scolding about being more careful with it, had put it away. I didn't mind getting in trouble for something that had to do with my safety. It appeased the Little in me. Big me didn't mind either.
Daddy had outdone himself.
Of everything I had, my favorites were the weighted blanket and the onesie that he’d purchased. The onesie was blue with white clouds all over it. It was soft to the touch, and I couldn’t wait to put it on.
Bedtime needed to hurry up!
"What are you thinking about, baby?" Daddy said, wrapping his arms around me from behind and burrowing against my neck.
