Daddy’s Carousel Creampie Riding My Stepdad In Public Novel – Chapter 1 Mia’s POV “Daddy!” I snapped, feeling completely betrayed. “Why would you trick me like this?” I should have known something was up the moment I saw that mischievous glint in his eyes. He had promised me a peaceful daddy-daughter weekend at a quiet lakeside cabin, but when the car stopped in front of a huge, bustling amusement park, I realized he had played me perfectly. I hate crowded places. The constant noise, the way strangers brush against you, the feeling of being trapped in a sea of people — it always puts me on edge. Even standing too close to someone in line makes my skin crawl.
Daddy knew this better than anyone, but ever since I came home from college for summer break, he had been talking nonstop about showing me the place where he grew up so we could “strengthen our bond.” Seriously? I’ve been his daughter since I was five. Don’t we already know each other well enough? “I’m not going, Daddy. You know I hate places packed with people,” I hissed, planting my hands on my hips. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, shutting off the engine. He grabbed our bag from the trunk and gently pulled me toward the entrance. “You’re going to love it. Trust me.” He didn’t look sorry at all! Anger bubbled up inside me as I heard the excited screams from inside the park. “Please, Daddy.
I don’t want to be here. Take me back.” “No,” he answered simply, still walking. “You’ve been cooped up in the house since you got home. This will help you relax, I promise. Listen to those happy screams — they’re from people having fun.” “I’m eighteen, not a little kid anymore,” I muttered, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms as I turned away from him. Since coming home I had already given in to his family dinners and the visit to his workplace. I refused to give in again today. I stood there sulking when his voice floated over my shoulder, warm and teasing. “Officer Judy isn’t going to get a tour from her biggest fan?” So childish. Who still gets excited about cartoon characters at my age? I turned around and my eyes went wide. Oh my God. Ryan was holding the most adorable fox-ranger cape with matching ears on the hat. Just looking at it made my heart flutter.
I could already picture myself wearing it and becoming my favorite adventurous character. He raised one eyebrow at me with that knowing look that said he already knew I was going to cave. I tried to stay strong. “I don’t want it,” I said in the most bored voice I could manage, forcing my eyes away from the cape. “I’ll call Mom and tell her what you’re making me do,” I threatened. He just shrugged with a small smile. Of course the threat was empty. Mom was away on a business trip and barely answered her phone. We both knew it. “You’re going to have fun, pumpkin. Trust your daddy on this,” he said gently. I knew there was no escaping when he got like this. He had planned everything. Fine. I’ll do it for Judy. With an annoyed little huff, I took the cape and put it on, then followed him into the park.
But I swore to myself I wouldn’t go on any rides. If I acted boring enough, he would eventually give up and take me home. I decided to make it difficult for him. I complained about the heat one minute and the bright sun the next. But every time I did, he magically produced a cute little fan and an ice cream cone. Even the Judycape turned out to be sun-proof. As annoyed as I was, I had to admit it — he really knew me better than anyone. He caught me looking at him and gave me a smug little smirk. I quickly fixed my face into an unhappy frown. It didn’t work. He checked something on his phone and led me toward the parade route. There were already tons of people gathered. Goosebumps rose on my arms. I was about to complain again when Ryan suddenly lifted me up and settled me on his broad shoulders like I weighed nothing. I felt his strong muscles flex under me as he adjusted his grip.
For a second, all my anger disappeared. He was so solidly built. I already knew that, but sitting up here felt completely different. His muscles shifted against the backs of my thighs, brushing the hem of my short skirt, and my heart started racing for a completely different reason. I shifted uneasily. Afraid I might slip, he reached up with one big hand and steadied me, palm resting firmly on my bottom. My face instantly flushed hot. How could I be having these kinds of thoughts about my own daddy? I pushed the confusing feelings away and was about to ask him to put me down when he pointed excitedly. “Look, Judyis right over there!” My eyes followed his finger before I could stop myself. By the time I realized what was happening, I was grinning like an idiot, holding his hand and telling him all my favorite Judystories while we walked straight toward the carousel. That sneaky, wonderful man.
When exactly had I agreed to ride with him? “The sunset from up there is gorgeous, pumpkin. You’re going to love it.” “No,” I said, stalling. “I don’t want to ride the carousel.” “Of course you do,” he replied, still walking forward. “Who would miss a view like that?” “Me, obviously,” I muttered. He pretended not to hear, like he always does when I’m just being difficult. When we reached the carousel, the staff had already put up the “full” sign. “Only one seat left, sir,” the attendant told him. “Guess we’ll wait for the next one,” I said, secretly relieved. “No need,” Ryan answered smoothly, taking my hand. “We’ll share.” My eyes widened. “But Daddy, there’s only one seat. If you really want to see the sunset, you can go alone,” I tried. “We’re sharing, sweetheart. The sun is about to set — we can’t miss it.” I rolled my eyes but let him pay and help me onto the beautiful painted horser.