Ducky and Daddy - Snippets

Stretch time with Daddy

Ducky sat on the floor in her soft pink pajama shorts, rubbing her knees a little with a pout.

"They're creaky again," she mumbled, trying not to sound like she was complaining. She wasn't. Not really. Just... achey. A little stiff. A little heavy in her limbs.

Daddy sat just behind her, settling down onto the carpet. The couch groaned as he shifted, and then the floor did too when he lowered himself with that familiar grunt.

"Mm," he hummed, resting one big hand on her back. "Did my girl forget her stretches again?"

"I forgot on purpose," she said, squirming just enough to make it bratty.

He let out a low chuckle and leaned in, lips brushing the crown of her head before leaning down to nip at her ear. "My naughty girl." She smiled in spite of herself. "But the next time you forget on purpose I'll warm your butt." She  looked back at him with a scowl.

Daddy reached forward and gently pulled her back to lean against his chest, his strong arms resting around her waist. "Come on, let's give your body a nice stretch. Just to help those knees. I'll stretch with you."

"Okay," she whispered.

They started with neck rolls, her head tilting in lazy circles as he mirrored her movements, his hands still holding her steady.

Then came shoulder hugs, both of them wrapping their arms around themselves.

"You're already the softest little thing in this house," he murmured, "but I like how squishy you get after stretches."

Ducky groaned through her smile. "That's not a compliment."

"It absolutely is," he said, and kissed her temple.

When they reached overhead reaches, she raised her arms high and wiggled her fingers dramatically, like a sleepy tree reaching for sunbeams. Daddy's arms came up behind her, and his fingers laced with hers.

"Breathe in," he said gently.

She did.

"Breathe out."

They swayed side to side in a soft side bend, then folded forward for a toe touch that mostly just meant her hands reached somewhere vaguely in the direction of her feet as she let out a small grunt. Daddy chuckled as he planted soft kisses along her spine.

"Good job," he said, running his hand over her back. "Doesn't matter how far you go. Just that you try."

She sat back and pressed her back to his chest. Daddy lightly tracked his fingertips up and down her arms as she finished her stretches.

"I like when you take care of me like this."

"You're mine to take care of," he said simply.

Finally, they sat together in a quiet butterfly stretch, knees wide, feet touching, heads close.

"Wiggle finish?" she asked, voice sleepy.

"Wiggle finish."

She wiggled.

He grunted. Then laughed. "I'll wiggle next time."

She twisted around in his lap and wrapped her arms around his thick middle, cheek pressed to his chest.

"That was a good stretch," she murmured. "My joints feel better."

"I like when you take care of yourself," he said softly, petting her hair. "Even if I have to remind you."