Let her sleep it off

Our first night sleeping together in the apartment didn't end up like I had hoped. I imagined Sarah falling asleep in my arms, or the two of us passing out together after an amazing, but exhausting lovemaking session.

Instead we fell asleep side by side. Sarah's back pressed against mine. Showing her that I was there for her, but that I would still give her space. To think, or to process everything that had happened today. It was a restless sleep for both of us, but I had hope that in the morning she'd feel better.

Sarah was a strong person, I'd seen it first hand. No matter how bad the teasing or the pranks got back in high school, she endured it with a smile. Brushing off the worst comments without losing her cool or breaking down. Her strength had saved me back then, had let me discover my own. And now I had the chance, no, the obligation to get her though this like she did for me.

"Liam, can I ask you something?" Sarah said, startling me. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from me. She had put on a silky black nighty with a plunging neckline. One of the more seductive sleepwear she owned, although the mood felt anything but.

"Of course Sarah." I rubbed the remaining sleep from my eyes, forcing myself to wake up faster. Sitting up in the bed to face her.

"Do you... do you think a woman can have two men in her life?" Sarah leaned back, her arm stretched out on the bed.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I figured she must have been talking about me and her dad, but I didn't understand why that was even a question?

"It's a woman's job to take care of the man of the house, right?" Sarah said. Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Well... I don't think that's a good-"

"And you're the man of the house." Sarah continued over me. Too deep in her thoughts to notice my reply. "Even though Daddy is older... and stronger... and... bigger..."

"Where are you going with this Sarah?" This was not the conversation I thought we would be having this morning. I really had no idea what she was trying to say.

"Only the man of the house is supposed to get my attention." Sarah started crawling over to me. Sitting next to me, leading on the bedhead. "But I'm so used to Daddy being the man of the house. To how he would treat me, the feelings I got from pleasing him... Used to his... size..."

"His size?" Nolan was taller than me, but I couldn't see how that affected anything. Was she telling me I was too short for her?? That had never been a problem before.

"You're amazing Liam. You're everything I could ever want!" Sarah rubbed my arm and stared at me with her perfect genuine smile. "But... I love my Daddy too. I loved him being the man of the house..."

"Sarah..." I held her face up. Staring deeply into her eyes. "I might be your boyfriend, but he'll always be your father. You shouldn't feel bad for wanting to give him attention. Especially now, given everything that's happening."

"You really think so?" Watching her eyes light up was a better rush than any ****. Her grim expression melted away before me.

"Of course I do." I told her.

I think I was finally getting it. This was supposed to just be our time together, our time to finally be a couple. She knew that I hadn't wanted him to stay originally and was probably worried about me getting mad that she wanted to spend time with him, instead of me.

But as much as I did want to just have her all to myself, I couldn't make her do that. Not when her father was so important to her. Not when he needed the help most of all. Not when I could tell Sarah needed him here just as much as he needed her.

"So then your happy if-"

"I'm more than happy." I let her know without any hesitation. Watching her infectious smile grow as I told her. "He can stay for as long as he needs to."

"You're so amazing Liam!" Sarah pulled me down into her chest. Smothering me between her soft warm chest as she giddily shook back and forth. "I can't believe how kind you are! Letting Daddy be the man of the house instead of you!"

Instead of me? I thought she just meant we were both going to get her attention now. Although it wasn't like she'd been ignoring him before. If anything, she had already been acting far friendlier than I thought was normal... So what exactly did she think would change now?

"I'll got let him know! And get breakfast started!!" Sarah jumped up and skipped over to her dresser. Digging through it, looking for something. "Daddy's going to be so excited! Just... just be ready for him to tease you a little. I swear he means well by it!"

Great. More of Nolan's humour. I wasn't looking forward to that, but I was happy Sarah was back to her normal self. The way she was raised was so strange to me. It felt borderline misogynistic at best, but maybe it was too early to judge. Sarah typically had pretty progressive views, so maybe I was just misreading things. She was happy though, and that was all I really cared about.

"Found it!" Sarah exclaimed. Letting her gown drop to the floor, revealing her perfectly thick thighs and cute round ass to me. My eyes were glued to her ass and the mouthwatering gap between her thighs as she got dressed. Her cheeks jiggling slightly as she reached around to tie something behind her back.

"What do you think?" Sarah gave me a twirl, confusing me for a moment. She had only put on a plain white apron. Looking fully covered from the front, but with all of her backside completely exposed. She hadn't even put on any panties yet, leaving her pale ass cheeks open to the wind.

"It looks great on you." I gulped as I watched her spin. Her large chest pushed against the apron, her cleavage spilling out the side. Just barely keeping her nipples covered up, the hint of her pink areolas flashing out. "But... is that all..."

"Thanks Liam!" Sarah was blushing. Already heading out of our room. "Come get breakfast when you're ready!"

"Oh... Okay..." I said to no one in particular as Sarah shut the door behind her. Eager to go tell her daddy he was now the 'man' of the house. Whatever that meant.

I sunk back into the bed and sighed. Had I made the right decision? Was I being weak by letting her father stay for even longer?

No. I was being strong. If I couldn't sacrifice some of my own happiness for the sake of Sarah's, then what kind of husband would I be to her? I owed her that much. She deserved it.

I loved her so, so much, and nothing could change that.