Page 36 of Smoke
“Good girl,” he said.
I pulled my bunny to my face and rubbed her against my nose. It had been a long day. After getting Dawson patched up, we’d stayed at Dr. Elliot’s until my orthopedic appointment. Tinsley and I had so much fun playing together and our Daddies promised we could have another playdate soon.
“Well that’s a sweet sight,” Daddy said, coming back into view with a sleeper and a diaper for me.
I’d been nervous when Daddy asked if I was young enough to wear them in Little space, but I’d answered honestly. It had worked out perfectly because he really did love tiny Littles.
He opened the towel I was wearing and pressed soft kisses to my belly.
“I love you so much, Little girl.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
“You know you’re in trouble for the ghostie stunt right?” he asked.
I nodded. I’d figured.
“When your arm and head are all better, your bottom is going to be very sore.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He quickly diapered me, applied cream, and worked me into my favorite sleeper. It was black with planets on it and when youpulled up the hood, it made you look like an astronaut with a printed helmet.
“Tomorrow I want us to sit down and order some more Little gear for you,” he said, lifting me from the bed.
“Be careful of your stitches!”
Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to each side of my face. “I’m fine, babygirl. I promise.How is your arm?” he asked. “Do you need more medicine?”
“No, Daddy.”
The orthopedic doctor had casted my arm and the extra support had really helped with the pain. I’d gotten a purple cast and Daddy had drawn Rapunzel and Pascal on it. I thought maybe they’d helped with the pain too ‘cause it really did feel so much better.
I tucked my head into Daddy’s neck and he rocked me side to side.
“You’re a sleepy baby,” he cooed.
“Nu, Daddy.”
He chuckled, patting my diapered bottom. “You had a big day, babygirl. It’s okay to be tired.”
“Can I sleep in your bed again?”
“You’ll always sleep in my bed. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep away from me. I’m going to tuck you in and then I’m going to make you a bednight bottle, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
"And tomorrow we will go pick out a car for you."
I smiled. "That's exciting."
"I'm not sure I like the idea of my baby driving by herself, but I'm going to try to be strong and brave about it," he teased, winking at me.
"I promise I'll be so super careful, Daddy."
"You better, Little one." He tucked me into his bed. Breathing his scent in deeply, I snuggled down into the bedding. After kissing my forehead, he turned to head back downstairs.
A shrill beep made my heart drop to my feet and tears instantly welled in my eyes.
