Posted by Abby on March 15, 2009 at 20:50 [24.57.247.223]
“Wake up, my little Irish princess,” I heard faintly. The breath was hot on my cool neck and his breath smelt like the green mints that I loved to hoard after dinner at a nice restaurant. I smiled softly, arched my back in a stretch, and rolled over to face him.
“I’m not Irish, babe.” I told him right before I yawned.
“You are today! Did you forget it is St. Patrick’s Day?” He chuckled while sweeping his large rough hand over my soft face, tucking my fine blonde hair behind my ear. “How did you sleep,” he asked.
“Not so bad, I’m a bit cold though,” I told him.
“Mmm, must be because you left your window open, silly! Are you wet,” he asked, and started to lift my blankets up.
I wrapped my hands around them quickly and tightly, and held the blankets up. “Guess you are,” he said cockily.
“And how would you know?” I asked him.
“Hmm…. My little angel is almost always wet in the morning, and she tends to be sassy when she knows she is.” I couldn’t help but giggle at how obvious it was.
“Okay, so maybe I am… and whaddaya gonna do about it?”
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out. Like I said, you’re my little Irish princess today, so how about we get started!” And with that he lifted off my blankets and scooped me up quickly, his large strong arms supporting me behind my neck, and my knees.
“My my, you are wet,” he said to me. I looked down at the swollen and wet diaper between my legs and blushed. I tried to pull my shirt down, but it was no use, since it was too short, and his hands were in the way, anyhow. Paul reached the kitchen in no time, which wasn’t that impressive, since our two-bedroom home was hardly a palace. I looked ahead and noticed that he already had breakfast on the table, and the tray off of my highchair. He sat me in it gently, and snapped the tray on.
“Now, we have scrambled eggs, strawberries, toast, and I got you some orange juice in your sippy-cup. Which do you want first,” he asked. I shrugged my petite and pale shoulders, and then focused my green eyes on the strawberries. “Aaah,” he said, “You want strawberries first.” I smiled and nodded my head enthusiastically. He picked a strawberry up between his two large fingers, and made airplane sounds as he flew it closer to my mouth. I opened up wide and bit the end off. I giggled through my chewing, and he chuckled as well.
Breakfast continued on, and I think I ended up slopping more food on myself as I laughed at all his silly gestures and actions than I actually swallowed. By the time I was done, my Little Mermaid sippy-cup was empty, and had ketchup all over it. I picked it up and handed it over to Paul when he stretched out his soapy hand, while he kept the other over the sink.
“Why little girls need ketchup on their eggs is beyond me,” he said.
“Aww daddy, it’s good!” I protested, scrunching up my button nose, and pushing out my bottom rosy-red lip into a pout. He came over with a cloth and shook his head. “Did I ever tell you how cute you look when you pout?” He asked.
“I’m not cute, I’m an angry dinosaur, rawrr!” I proclaimed. He just laughed at me again, and proceeded to wash my hands and face with a damp face cloth. I waited for him to finish cleaning up so I could get out of my highchair. I could do it myself, of course, but one of Pauls rules were that only daddy can take me out, so I had to wait.
When everything in the kitchen was tidy, he came and lifted the tray off of my seat. “All done! How about we go get you ready for a day on the town!” My eyes grew large at the suggestion, “Town… Paul… what are you –“
“Now now,” he cut me off, “you’re going to be a good little girl and listen to daddy today, right?” he said to me.
“As long as daddy remembers we both work in this town,” I said to him, and then I rested my head on his broad shoulder as he carried me back to my nursery. “Of course, my sweet Jewel-bear.”
Paul lifted me down carefully onto my bed, as to make sure not to hit my head on the rails. I closed my eyes and waited for him to get me ready. “Since it’s St. Patty’s day, I think you should wear green. How about this skirt, and this shirt?” He asked me, I looked up and saw him closing the drawer. “Don’t worry you’re pretty little head, this is what you’re going to wear,” he said to me. I knew I didn’t really have a choice, but it was nice that he attempted to give me one. I heard him gathering other things, and felt clothes and other semi-soft objects being thrown next to me. Finally he walked back over, and I felt him grab the bottom of my shirt to lift it over my head.
“I think it’d be fun,” he said while throwing my shirt aside, “if we went to the park, so you could have some fun. You’ll have to be good in the car though… since the park is about an hours’ drive.” He began to un-tape my diaper. “Jesus, Julia! How much can you pee in one night?” he asked.
“I’m a pee machine!” I told him.
“Sure are!” he said while tickling my sides. He grabbed a wipe and began to clean me, sending an electrical shock throughout my body. I scrunched up the blankets next to me in my fist and looked at him intently.
“Not now, Julie-bear.” He said to me, using my baby nick-name to remind me that he was daddy right now, and not Paul. I let go of the blanket, and let him finish changing me until I felt something odd.
“Daddy,” I said to him, looking confused. “Why do I have big-girl panties on?”
“Well honey, I thought you might be a big girl today, and instead of pull-ups you could try some big girl undies. But one accident and it’s back to diapers for the rest of the day.” I sat up quickly and hugged him tightly.
“Thank-you, thank-you, THANK-YOU, daddy! I promise I’m going to be a big girl and not have one accident! And you’re not going to regret it!” I looked down at the panties that had little green shamrocks all over them. “They’re even for St. Patrick’s day, too!” I said.
“Yep, I bought them special just for you.” He told me. He lifted me up from the bed and stood me in front of him. He held out a short green skirt and held open the top with his hands. “Step in,” he told me. I stepped in, one foot at a time. He pulled it up and fixed it around my hips and then grabbed the shirt next to him, which was also green. “Arms up,” he told me. I lifted them up and let him slip the shirt over my head and onto my body.
He proceeded to do everything for me, from applying deodorant to my under-arms, to brushing my hair softly down my back. “Alright, we’re all done, princess,” he said as he placed a kiss on my nose. “All you need to do now is brush your teeth and try to go potty, and then we’ll be on our way.” He said. “Go do that for daddy, and I’ll get everything ready in the car.”
I scampered off to the bathroom and looked out the window before stopping at the sink. It looked to be a beautiful day outside, which was perfect if we were going to the park. I turned the water on, grabbed my toothpaste and put it on my toothbrush and then scrubbed away at my teeth. When I was done I rinsed with mouthwash and shut the water off. I walked over to the potty and decided I didn’t have to go after all. I could usually hold it for a while, and a two hour car drive wasn’t that far anyways. If I needed to we could just stop at a rest-stop.
I walked out to the main entrance and saw Paul loading the car. I looked around and found my green crocs. I sat down and pulled them onto my bare feet. By the time Paul got back inside I was already back on my feet waiting. “All ready, princess pie?” He asked me.
“Yuh-huh I am!” I said to him.
“Did you go potty?” he asked me. I knew it was coming, so I just sighed.
“I didn’t have to, but don’t worry because I tried.” I lied through my teeth.
“You better have, little miss.” He said with a warning look on his face. “Alright, go get in the car,” he said, smacking my bum lightly on the way out. I skipped to the car gleefully and opened the door to get in. I noticed he put my booster seat in already, which was a surprise, but thrilling at the same time. I slid in quickly and did up my seat belt, and put the booster seat arm over my lap. Because I wasn’t the tallest person ever, you could barely tell I was in a booster seat if you were looking in. Once Paul had the door locked he opened his door and got in the car to start the engine.
“Aaaaand, we’re off!” I said as we pulled out of the drive way.
“You have your seatbelt on right, correct?” He asked me, looking over and tugging on it to make sure I was done up properly.
“Yah huh I do!” I said to him. “Silly daddy, I knows how to put a seat belt on!”
“I know, I know. I’m just making sure, baby.”
I looked out the window, and watched the clutters of houses thin out until it looked like we were on some sort of country road. “Daddy, where are we going,” I asked him.
“Well, there is this little park around my aunts old place that was always super fun, so I thought we would go there, and we could have a picnic. I even made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”
“Really?!” I squealed. “Yum yum!” I emphasized while licking my lips. I went back to watching out the window, and listening to the tires crunch the pieces of gravel and whatever else was on the road when I started to feel the need to pee. Usually I could ignore it, especially if I was busy, and I just didn’t have the time, but having nothing to do in a car *but* think about it, not to mention the bumping and vibrating of my booster seat and the car didn’t help at all. I shifted my weight to the left side, and back to the right, while squeezing my thighs together. If I was in the back seat I could risk slipping my hand down to help hold on, but I was in the front, and Paul was sure to notice.
It felt like we were in the car for hours when I asked him if we are almost there. “About another forty-five minutes, Julie-bear. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll tell you when we are getting close,” he told me. I smiled nervously, and shifted my weight yet again. I tried to think of other things, my dollies, my ponies, television, but none of it was working. So I started thinking about all the work I had to do when I got back to the office on Monday, and the dinner we had to attend on Thursday, but that didn’t work either. I bit my lip and my eyes watered as I struggled to hold it in.
“Only 10 more minutes or so, baby,” Paul told me as he placed his right hand on my knee, and pulled my leg towards him. Without my legs pushed together as close as they would go a few drops escaped into my brand new panties. I quickly snaked my hands under the arm of the booster seat and threw my head down. I scrunched my eyes together and clenched my teeth while trying to hold it all in, but it was no use. The first few drops started a flood, and I could feel my urine pooling in the seat, soaking my skirt all the way up to the waistband and running down my leg. I took a deep breath in to muffle the small sob that escaped my lips.
“What was that, sweetie?” he asked me.
“Nothing,” I said to him quickly. He looked over and either saw the mess I made, or could just sense it from the look on my face. “Oh no, Julie! Why didn’t you just ask! I thought you tried to go before we left the house?” He sighed, trying to survey me while making sure to still watch the road closely.
“I’m sorry!” I told him, “I jus’ didn’t have to go when we left! And it’s taking so long to get there! And I didn’t want to bother you! I even tried to think of other things but it wouldn’t work and daddy I’m so sorry!” I cried, the tears running freely down my cheeks.
He wiped my tears with his thumb and ruffled my hair. “It’s okay baby, all little girls have accidents, and I figured this would happen. Don’t worry, daddy has a change for you in your diaper bag.” He smirked and looked back towards the road. I took deep breaths to stop my shaky breathing, and couldn’t help but let a tiny smile play over my lips. I wondered why he let me wear panties in the car, it’s been rule to always wear some sort of protection when going on a car trip longer than an hour. I wiggled my bum and got as comfortable as I could, and enjoyed my wet panties while I could before I was changed into something dry.
A few minutes later we pulled off of the tiny dirt road we were travelling and down and drove into a parking lot that was next to a large park. “Wooow!” I exclaimed when I saw how big the park was, “It’s so purdy, and empty! Why’s it empty, daddy?” I couldn’t help but ask, my little girl curiosity winning over my urge to jump out of the car and start playing right then.
“It’s in the middle of nowhere sweetheart, so barely anyone comes here, and most kids are in school at this time, it is a week day, remember?” He asked me.
“Oh, right,” I said to him, “let’s play now, c’mon, let’s go!” I said, taking off my seatbelt and swinging open the arm of my booster seat.
“Now wait a minute missy, did you just suddenly forget what you did in the car?” he asked me, looking down at the dark green stain on my light green skirt. “Wait there,” he said as he jumped out of his side and ran over to mine. He opened the door and placed his hands under my arms and helped me out of the car. He set me down on the ground next to him and looked me up and down. “Tsk tsk,” he said to me while giving me a disappointed, yet amused look. “You’re one lucky girl no one else is here, you’re quite the sight right now.” I looked down at myself to see the stain that was visible on even the front of my skirt. My legs were streaked and I could feel wetness in my crocs. I twisted around to see the back, which was even worse. The entirety of the back of my skirt was wet, as well as the bottom of my shirt.
“Well,” he said to me, “we might as well just set your booster seat and the floor mat next to the car,” he said as he pulled both of those out. “You’re lucky you didn’t get the actual seat wet. I knew the booster seat was a good idea,” he told me. I looked at the ground and got a bit red at his comments. He shut the car door, but left the widows open. The trunk was already open, so it took Paul a matter of seconds to grab a large bag, and a basket. He shut the trunk and started walking towards the park. “Follow me, honey,” he said as he looked over his shoulder to make sure I was being obedient. I quickly followed behind him, waddling slightly so my thighs wouldn’t rub, as I didn’t want to get a rash.
Paul pulled out a large purple blanket from the bag, and spread it on the grass, he then put my changing mat on top of the blanket. He got on his knees and called me over, “Come here,” he said as I moved closer. He pulled my skirt down to reveal my soaking wet panties. You could see the tiny amount of pubic hair I had through them, since they were sticking to me with wetness. He looked around to make sure there were no approaching cars, and carefully pulled down the panties. “Lie down,” he said, pointing to the mat. I lowered myself to the ground and waited to sit down.
“My shirt, daddy.” I reminded him.
“Oh, right.” He remembered, and lifted it over my head. He feasted his eyes on my almost naked body, and quickly grabbed a wipe and began to clean my legs from the foot up. “You’re beautiful, Juliette,” he whispered, moving the wipe up my thigh towards my vaginal area.
“Daddy,” I said with a warning tone, “We’re in a park.” His fingers through the baby-wipe sent shocks of pure ecstasy through my body. He continued to clean my body with several wipes, allowing his fingers to linger on my most vulnerable and sensitive parts. I threw my head back and pressed my tongue hard against my cheek. “Daddy,” I whispered, pleading that he stop before I wasn’t able to. I heard him grunt, and felt him move the wipe down my other leg quickly. I heard him digging through the bag, and I felt him raise my hips with his hand. He slipped a diaper under me, and pulled it between my legs. I felt him splash some baby oil on me, and couldn’t help but notice he didn’t rub it in like he usually does, I didn’t blame him. I looked down at it while he was taping it and realized it was really thick, white, and had a block pattern on the front. He pulled out another green skirt that was even shorter than the previous one, and a green and white striped polo. He wiggled the skirt over my legs and diaper, and then pulled me up by my hands to get the shirt on. I lifted my arms and let him slip it over my head.
“All done,” he said to me, smiling widely.
“Daddy, this skirt…”
“It’s beautiful, and makes your diaper look quite cute.” He said to me, patting me on my bottom. “Why don’t you go play now, and then we can have some lunch, you must be starving.” We both got to our feet and I gave him a big hug.
“Thanks.” I said to him and then got on my tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, although it landed on the bottom of his chin. I grabbed his hand and looked at his watch, it was already late afternoon, which seemed so unreal, and time was passing by so quickly. It seemed like just half an hour ago I was eating breakfast. He gave me another quick smile and turned around to start cleaning up, so I ran over to the jungle gym. I ran up the stairs and went down the slide a few times, played on the monkey bars, and slid down the fireman pole…. All of which was a bit boring.
I saw the swings and ran over to them. There were three kids, the baby swings (which I would probably get stuck in,) the regular adult swigs, and then a large swing that looked like a big cup. “Cup swing” I said to myself. It sounded good to me, so I decided I need help pushing myself. “Daddy!” I called to him, “I need you to push me please!”
“Coming, Princess!” he called, and got up from the blanket and jogged over to me. I crawled onto the swing and positioned myself comfortably and waited for him to make his way over. When he got to the swing he pushed with full force.
“Daddy!” I screamed through a giggle. “I almost fell!”
“You silly goose, I’d never let you fall!” he said. He used both hands to push the cup swing higher and higher, until I had to hold on with all my strength as to not slide off. I laughed until my ribs hurt, and I was gasping for air.
“Okay,” I gasped, “All done,” I said. I waited for the swing to gradually come to a stop and then before I could hop down, I was in Paul’s arms again. He carried me over to our picnic blanket and then stood me next to it. He sat down and motioned for me to sit in his lap, which I did graciously.
“If you open the picnic basket lid, the sandwiches are right on top, along with daddys water, and your sippy cup of apple juice,” he informed me. I opened the lid and got out two sandwiches, one for me, and one for him. I handed him his and then I got out both drinks and set them next to us.
Once the saran wrap was off of my sandwich I ate it in big bites, since peanut butter and jelly was one of my favorites. With as fast as I was eating there was no time to talk. At one point I looked up and around to see that Paul must have been just as hungry as I was. I drank most of my apple juice, too, before I got out of his lap and sat across from him to face him.
“So what else are we doing today, Daddy? We’re leaving in a couple minutes, right?” I asked him.
“You do’t want to stay any longer and play, sweetie?” he asked me.
“Ummmm, not really. ‘Sides, after we drive it’s gonna be supper time and then dark time!” I told him. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him the park was kind of boring.
“Alright, you go see if your seat is dry and get in the car, and I’ll clean up this mess.”
“Okay, daddy!” I told him, and started to skip off towards the car. I finally reached the parking lot, and ran to the car. The booster seat was still sitting next to the car. I didn’t even have to touch it, there was still a large wet spot, that was much darker than the rest of the lilac seat. Almost the whole bottom was wet still. I ran my hand over the mat and felt that even that was still wet. I opened the back seat and put both back there, and made a mental note to roll down the back windows on our way home so it didn’t smell up the car. Paul just reached the parking lot when I opened my door to get in.
“Need help?” I called before I sat down.
“No thanks, sweetheart, just pop the trunk!” he said to me.
“Okies!” I got in the car, and reached over to the drivers side and pulled up the latch that released the trunk. Once that was done I situated myself comfortably and did up my belt. I realized that I must have wet myself while I was playing or eating and didn’t pay much attention, since my skin felt a bit damp. I let loose again. I looked down but with these big thick diapers I couldn’t even see a colour change on the outside, but when I poked it, it was mushier than before.
Paul poked his head in his window before he opened the door, “All ready?” he said to me.
“Yep, I am!” I smiled. Once he was in the car he started the ignition and looked over to me. “I’m glad you were my daddy today,” I said to him.
“I am too, baby.” He said, and drove off. I watched out the window again. For some reason, Paul and I never really talked with each other when we were in the car for extended amounts of time, so he just took to driving, and I watched out the window. At some point on the trip home he turned on Radio Disney for me, so I sang along with that. He would look over at me randomly and smile, and then I’d giggle and quit singing, and we’d do it over again a few minutes later.
“Almost home, my little Irish Princess,” I heard him say over the radio.
“Already?” I asked, surprised that it took such a short amount of time.
“Yes, Julie-bear,” he said as he chuckled to me, “How many times do I have to remind you that the trip there always seems longer than the way back.” He stuck his tongue out at me.
“Silly me, I shoulda remembered that!” I said, hitting myself gently in the head. I started to recognize the scenery again and realized we were already in our neighbourhood. Finally, we pulled up into our driveway, and he turned the car off.
“Do you think you can be a good girl, and open the door by yourself?” He asked in a light mocking tone.
“Yeps I can daddy, I’m a skilled little girl.” I told him. He handed me the keys and I hopped out of the car. I realized what I was wearing when the early evening wind licked my legs. I ran to the door and worked as fast as I could to open the lock and get inside. I slipped my crocs off and did a nosedive into the couch.
I closed my eyes for a bit while I waited for Paul to put everything away. I heard him come in and out a few times, and finally I heard both doors close, and then I heard him take a deep sigh. “Everythings done now, Julez.” He said to me.
“Oh goodie! Now what do you wanna do?” I asked him, with an impish grin on my face. “I’m a bit dirty from all the sand, daddy.” I told him with a little nod.
“How about daddy gives you a nice bath?,” he asked me.
“I think that’s a good idea,” I giggled, and jumped up to hold his hand. He led me towards our room instead of the nursery, and laid me on the bed when we got in there.
“Looks like you didn’t wet this diaper very well,” he told me.
“I know, but I went pee-pee lots!” I exclaimed. He gave me a knowing look and proceeded to pull down my skirt until it dropped to the floor, and then undid my diaper, and rolled it up. I sat up, and then he pulled my shirt off as well, and wrapped his arms all the way around me to get to the clasp on my bra. When it was unclasped, he slid the straps down my arm and threw that on the floor as well. A shiver went through my body as his fingers gently slid down my arm.
“Daddy better take his shirt off, just in case you splash him,” he said, even though we knew that wasn’t the only reason. I watched him take it off, and I undid the button on his jeans. His big fingers moved over mine, and finished unzipping the zipper, and then pulled his pants down. I scooted closer towards the head of the bed, and waited for him to join me. Finally, he slid his boxers off, and kneeled on the bed, my leg resting between his, and his resting between mine.
“You’ve been such a good girl for daddy today,” he told me, leaning his face towards mine, and brushing his lips briefly over my forehead, and then down to my ear. “I’m so proud of my little princess,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath so close to my neck it made my hair stand on end, and my nipples erect. As his lips made their way down my nose, to my lips, my chin, my neck, the throbbing also followed, making its way down to my southern most private regions. I put both arms around his neck and scooted up, wrapping my legs around his.
“You’re a great daddy,” I said softly, allowing my lips to meet his once again. Our breathing was simultaneous, and our bodies moved as one. I lowered myself, and I felt his hard manliness push between my thighs, entering me gently. His hips moved swiftly and neatly, and I allowed mine to follow the rhythm of his. I moaned ever so slightly, and heard him do the same. He thrusted in and out, and I arched my back, moaning a bit louder this time. His lips moved from mine down to my breasts and he licked them ever so gently, still moving in and out of me. I felt him release, and then the warmth spread inside me. He collapsed onto me, and we both panted for air. I buried my head into his neck and whispered to him.
“I love you so much, Paul.”
“I love every inch of you, Juliette, and don’t you ever forget it.” He whispered back, rolling over. We lay side by side for a while, just pressing our bodies against each other for warmth. My knees were weak, and I was afraid if I tried to walk, or even move I’d fall over. The insides of my thighs were sore from the pleasure that radiated throughout my body, and I couldn’t get rid of the smile that was painted so brightly on my face.
“Lets go have a shower, babe,” he said to me. He swung his feet over the bed, and scooped me into his arms. We walked to the bathroom, and he sat me on the closed toilet bowl while he started the water. “Shower or bath,” he asked, remembering why he got undressed in the first place.
“How about a shower? I’m tired. We can have a shower, and then watch a movie,” I told him.
“Sounds good to me, sweetheart.” He looked at me lovingly, and stepped into the tub to start the shower. He closed the curtains, and then reached his hand out to bring me in with him, I stood up and took it, and slipped behind the curtains to get clean.
After Paul cleaned himself, and made sure every part of me was clean, we shut the water off, and he stepped out to get towels. He held mine out, and I graciously accepted the fluffy towel he wrapped around me. “Nice an’ warm.” I told him as I scurried out of the bathroom and to our room.
“Yes, it is.” He said. “Now that you’re all clean we can get you in some nice jammies, and then we can watch a movie like you wanted.” He told me. “Wait on the bed for daddy to finish up.” After he quickly dried and slipped on a pair of boxers he came over to me and had me stand up. I did, and he took the towel off of me.
“Brr!” I whined to him, the air was cold on my back. He draped my towel over his hands and then rubbed it all over me, drying every crease and crevice. “All dry,” he asked me gently.
“Yah huh,” I said to him, yawning.
“Go to your nursery and pick out a pair of jammies, I’ll be right there,” he told me. I ran stark naked across the hallway to my nursery and bent down to the last drawer and opened it. I pulled out a pink pair of lightweight one piece pajamas, a pair without feet, since it wasn’t too cold outside. I threw them onto my bed and closed the drawer nicely, and crawled up onto my bed to wait for daddy. He came in with a diaper in hand, and then he grabbed the cream and powder off of my dresser.
“Lay down,” he instructed, so I did. I lifted my bottom as he slid the diaper under me, it was another really thick white one. “This should get you through the night,” he said. He dusted my bum with powder, and taped up the diaper so it was snug. He poured some cream into his hands, and rubbed it all over my body.
“I smell good!” I said to him, sniffing my arm after he was done rubbing in the cream. “You sure do, baby.” He told me. He put both of those things away, and then picked up my sleeper. I lifted my feet so he could slide it through, and then he helped me stand so I could get my arms in, and he could do it up.
“There ya go!” he told me, “Snug as a bug in a rug.” He said. I giggled as he placed a kiss on my nose, “sit back down, please” he asked me, and I did as I was told. He took my brush and brushed out my hair ever so gently, so I didn’t cry, since I had a sensitive head. Once my hair was brushed, and lay limply on my back since it was still damp, he picked me up yet again and carried me to the couch. “Stay here,” he told me, “Daddy has a surprise for you.” I clapped my hands and then sat still to wait for him.
He went into the kitchen, and a few seconds emerged with a bottle and a plate of green shamrock cookies. “Specially for St. Patricks day, and made just for my little Irish Princess.” He told me. I giggled, and grabbed a cookie as soon as he set it on the table. “Mmmm,” I said to him as I licked my lips after my first bite. They were sugar cookies with a green sprinkle top. “They’re so good!” I told him.
“I’m glad you like them, babe,” he said. I looked up and realized he was putting on the movie. The movie started playing, and he came over to sit next to me. “Are you sure you don’t want an actual dinner, Julie-bear? It’s still pretty early, and you just had lunch.”
“No, I’m fine,” I told him, “I’m pretty sleepy, I jus’ wanna watch this mo---TINKERBELL!” I yelled when I realized what movie was playing.
“I know you said you wanted to see that,” he said to me, “So I got it for you.”
“Thank-you, daddy!” I told him and scooted over to rest my head in his lap. He pet my hair and covered me up with a blanket. Throughout the movie I had a couple more cookies, and drank most of the milk out of my bottle. Finally, I placed my thumb in my mouth, and let my eyes close when they were too heavy to be kept open, anymore.
I felt my thumb being replaced with a paci, and opened my eyes to find myself in my nursery, already tucked into bed.
“Shhh, sweetie, go to sleep.” He whispered to me. “Daddy tucked you in,” he said to me.
I closed my eyes again, and whispered back, “goodnight, daddy. I’ll love you forever and always.”
“I’ll love my baby forever too, honey.” I heard as I slipped back into a deep sleep.
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