Confessions

You and Cassie didn’t think it through when she decided to wait for Tanya downstairs, since opening your apartment door is impossible if you keep carrying Stella like this. You lower her legs to the floor and support her body weight with yours as her hug around your neck keeps you from separating. She almost falls to the floor as her legs give out, but you catch her around your arms.

The sudden jolt wakes her up and makes her look at you with glassy eyes once more.

“Dad? What’re you doing here?” she asks.

“We’re back at the apartment. You had too much to drink.” You explain to her in as little words as possible. “Can you stand?” you ask, and she gathers her footing and nods that she can. You don’t let go of her waist, and she doesn’t let go of you either; but at least now you can get your keys from your pocket and open the door.

Once the door is open, you try to walk Stella with you but she wobbles due to her not finding proper footing with her heels, and you decide to carry her like you did earlier. Stella doesn’t resist being carried, and you kick the door with your foot to close it once you're inside your apartment. You lay Stella down on the couch and immediately start preparing a glass of water for her and going to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen for some medicine for migraines.

Stella drinks the water and the medicine and looks at you like she doesn’t know what to do next. “Rest, baby. I’ll cook some food so you’ll have something for your stomach.” You tell Stella before setting up a throw pillow for her head to rest on. She closes her eyes taking in deep breaths. You prepare some bacon and eggs, and some toast while constantly reminding her to keep drinking water. She eventually has enough strength to sit up on the couch and you give her the food you prepared and some orange juice.

“Where’s Tanya?” she asks, while still chewing some toast.

“Back at her apartment.” you answer vaguely.

“I’m sorry for ruining your night. You didn’t have to pick me up.” Stella apologizes.

“So you’d rather have me leave Cassie taking care of you alone?” you retort, very much disappointed that she didn’t pace herself drinking.

“Oh shit! Cassie! Where’s she?” Stella suddenly asks after realizing Cassie wasn’t with you.

“She’s with Tanya. Tanya wanted to talk to her.” You tell Stella. She nods and keeps eating until she finishes her plate. She seems to be recovering now, but you feel she might still be suffering from some leftover dizziness, but the drunkenness has most likely worn off.

“Wait a few minutes, then go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.” you tell her before you start walking towards your bedroom. “Dad —” Stella calls out to you. “Can you help me out of my shoes?” she asks. You go back to her and look at her knee length heels and you’re not sure how exactly you’ll untie them.

She lies back down on the couch and raises her leg in the air to show you the back of her thigh and you can see the strings you need to pull to loosen her heels. You also accidentally see her black lace panties in your periphery. You’d comment on her choice of clothing tonight but you realize it’s a bit late for that. You help her out of her heels before she asks if you can stay with her on the couch. You tell her to scoot as a yes, and she gives you room to lie down on the couch. Like you guys usually do, she’s next to you a bit elevated, her back to the backrest while her head is resting on your chest. You hear her let out a moan of comfort, like the ones you let out when it’s a rainy morning and you’re just warming up under a blanket. You can’t get enough of how much comfort she finds in you.

“You know it’s bad to go straight to bed when you just ate.” you tell your daughter, trying to see if she’s fallen asleep in your cuddle.

“Then you shouldn’t have given me so much food!” she retorts back.

“And risk you getting a fever in the morning? No, thank you.” you reply. She just sighs in defeat, knowing it’s her fault she’s being lectured to right now, but she hugs you tighter in response. Seeing that your daughter is somewhat recovering from the ****, you’re reminded by what Cassie told you earlier and ask Stella about it.

“Baby? Cassie told me you wanted to talk about something?”

You can feel Stella’s body jolt as she hears your question. She grunts, probably thinking there’s no escaping this conversation now, so you relax her a bit with your next statement, “If you don’t want to talk about it now, that’s fine. We can talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober.” Stella just lets out another grunt.

“I don’t want to talk about it ever, to be honest. I’m still getting used to seeing you differently, and a part of me is still delusional that it can go back to the way it used to be.” Stella tells you honestly, probably more loose with her lips as she still could be drunk. However, it doesn’t escape your notice that she used the term ‘seeing you differently’... and it haunts you.

It couldn’t have. That’s not how it works. You haven’t done anything.

“Okay. Let’s not talk about it ever.” You tell her. Maybe she can repress it. Maybe she’s just confused. Maybe it’s just the ****. You don’t want to confirm whatever it is you’re thinking right now, because if it’s true…

It’ll be your fault.

“We’re going to have to eventually.” Stella says, which makes you stand up abruptly from the couch.

“No. We never have to talk about it Stella. You’re just drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying.” You tell her, with your back towards her on your way to your bedroom to escape.

“I haven’t even said anything yet!” Stella shouts from the couch. You hear her audibly inhale in realization of something, “YOU CHECKED MY SCORES DIDN’T YOU!?” Stella shouts. The accusation makes you turn around, “NO!” in reaction to her thinking you would betray her trust like that.

“Then how would you know what I’m talking about, Dad?” Stella says, now standing up and her arms crossed across her chest, making her tits noticeably rest on her forearms.

“You said you were ‘seeing me differently’! What am I supposed to think?” you ask her.

“Oh, I don’t know! That you’re my best friend’s boyfriend and that’s something new to me? Or that maybe it’s new to me that my Dad is an actual sexual person that can make Tanya scream through the walls and be able to eat out Cassie in the bathroom?” Stella immediately retorts. “So what made you assume something? How are you so sure about it?” she asks.

“I-uh… I —” You fumble.

You realize you cornered yourself into this situation with assuming her feelings in the first place, but you’re also panicking now since if you tell her the truth of the ‘Normalizd ****’ trait, she might blame you for having these confused feelings for you.

“This is not how I wanted you to find out.” She says, not waiting for you to finish your excuse.

“I swear baby, I didn’t check your scores.” You assure her.

“It doesn’t really matter now, anyway. You know. Whatever the way you found out about it, doesn’t matter anymore.” she adds.

“Check my scores Dad.” Stella tells you.

“No. Baby, —”, she cuts you off, “Please. Let’s get this over with.” she pleads with you.

You stay adamant, at first, not going for your phone; but like she said, it doesn’t matter now. Whatever those scores show, it’s the consequences you’ll have to deal with, not the scores themselves. You take out your phone and open the Affection Multiplier App to check her scores.

You knew it was coming, but your heart still sinks.

- Craig, Stella - Affection Score: 100.

Love Score: 69 (+21)

Lust Score: 96 (+13)

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This is your fault.