Daddy’s Little Girl (Chapter 8)

As he sat on the floor, he watched his daughter. She was growing up quickly. Soon she would be a woman with children of her own. Eric sighed and pictured Melinda as a mother, playing with her kids. He was certain that she would be a good mother and wife. His heart swelled with pride and love.

“Uh… Dad, it’s your turn,” Melinda said.

“Oh… I’m sorry. I was a million miles away. I think I’ve had enough for tonight.”

“Okay. What about a shoulder massage?”

“That would be wonderful.”

Melinda moved the Scrabble board out of the way and got on her knees behind her father. She placed her soft but strong hands on his shoulder muscles and started to squeeze. “Wow, you are tense.”

“Mmmmm. I know. That feels so good, sweet pea,” Eric said relaxing into her strong hands.

When Melinda awoke the following morning, the bed beside her was empty. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 10:00 am. She crawled out of bed and a white nightgown with spaghetti straps to put on and then went downstairs. As she walked into the kitchen, she saw her father standing at the stove fixing breakfast with a spatula in his hand and looking out the window. Melinda stood and admired her father’s body, feeling excitement begin to grow.