"Are positive you want this angel?" Kyle asked me one last time before he went to pick up Abby.

"Yes daddy, is this okay?" I questioned him myself.

Grayson was here to keep an eye on me while Daddy went to pick up Abby. Daddy seemed to be the one that wasn't okay with all of this.

"Daddy will get over it, he just wants to see you happy baby" Kyle reassured me as he went to leave.

Grayson and I spent the next thirty minutes watching tv and laughing at the funny cartoons. Soon though, the door opened and I could hear two pairs of footsteps. Jumping off the couch I went to greet them, Abby looked so excited and daddy didn't look upset.

"Hi Abby! Welcome to my house" I greeted her.

She giggled and hugged me, "I'm so happy that our daddies let us do this!! What we do first?"

I took her and and we ran to my nursery, with both daddy and papa yelling not to ruin as we giggled. Abby and I were around the same head space today, so I was excited about not getting into an argument about what to play. As we played though Abby seemed to have something on her mind that was bothering her.

"Zz, can I ask you something?" She finally spoke up.

"Sure, shoot" I giggled trying to make it a little less serious.

"Are you, are you the little that my daddy hurt?"

I was surprised to say the least, she knew about that? She didn't even state it like I was the one at fault. She genuinely wanted to know if Oliver was the one that hurt me.

I looked down at my hands, "it was a long time ago."

"But it was you?"

Sighing I nodded, "yes that was me."

"Daddy told me a lot about it, explained that he was in the wrong. That he hurt so many people back then, and he spent some time in jail for it. I'm-"

"Please, don't say you're sorry I've heard it so much that it's lost it's meaning. I'm doing better, trying not to hold a grudge, that's why I invited you here. I loved playing with you, and despite my issues with Oliver I wasn't going to let it stop me."

She looked sadly at me, "daddy is going to therapy, hes doing better, he doesn't seem to get angry as often. Nor does he have that look in his eyes that he used to. He's taking meds and working to better himself, if that means anything..."

"It means a lot for the two of you, however, for me I still have to be cautious. My mental health has come a long way and I don't want to ruin my progress over this."

"I understand, I guess that's why Kyle came to pick me up instead of daddy coming with me?"

"Exactly, im being protective over myself so that I don't spiral and hurt everyone I love."

After our conversation we continued to play, in much better spirits than before. I was glad that Oliver was what Abby wanted, and he was seeking help. Though I still wasn't sure if this was part of his game that he plays so well. She could be in on it and I would have no idea, until it happened again.

Even though I felt content there was something lingering in the back of my mind after Abby left. Grayson took her home as daddy and I got ready for dinner. I was so lost in my head that I hadn't noticed I was using a knife, something I'm not allowed to do.

"Angel, watch what you're doing, let daddy see the knife" he spoke softly as to not scare me and hurt myself.

I stepped back from the knife after I set it down and daddy took it putting it on the other side of the counter.

"I-I didn-"

"I know, it's okay, you're not in trouble princess, are you hurt?" He asked.

I looked down at myself seeing nothing that got cut, I looked up at him and shook my head. He quickly pulled me into a hug as I felt tears slipping from my eyes.

"It's okay baby, you're okay, you're safe, daddys here, im here."

He whispered into my ear as he rubbed my back to calm me down. Soon I did, and I looked at the ground feeling awful for scaring him.

"I'm sor-"

"It's okay baby girl, I'm not upset."

"Daddy..."

He knew I felt guilty and he knew what it meant so he gave me his stern face.

"Go stand in the corner little girl, I'll be there in a moment."

The tone of his voice had hardened and I quickly did as I was told. I knew he would make the guilt go away without over stepping so I knew I was safe. It didn't help calm my nerves about being punished.

He soon came over to me and turned me around to face him, "why are you in trouble Xea May?"

I sniffled trying to hold back my tears, "I w-was h holding a kn- knife, and d-distracted..."

"Yes baby that's right, are you allowed to hold knives?"

"No sir."

"Correct."

He took my hand and lead me to a chair he had pulled out, he sat down on it before laying me across his lap. I was feeling better about this as the guilt was starting to subside at the knowledge of being punished. He swatted me hard in the beginning startling me and causing me to jump and yelp. He continued landing swats on my butt and a few on my sit spots. He stopped as soon as the tears began to be prominent. After that, he scooped me up and held me tightly to him, telling me I did so well.

I felt better so much better and like my mind was more clear, Kyle knew what I needed, and he never questioned me on whether or not I was sure what I needed. He trusted me to know that I needed these things.