Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Loki too. Although he appeared tired, he was happy.
“Yeah, Daddy. Pay up.” Loki’s eyes twinkled as he glanced over at Remy.
She giggled, then quietly groaned. She had to pee.
“Baby girl? What is it? Aren’t you feeling well?” Remy asked with concern.
“Gots to pee! Gots to pee! Urgent!”
Remy scooped her up and raced her out of the room to the toilet. He set her down in front of the toilet and reached under her dress to pull her training pants down.
Normally, that might have been embarrassing.
But all she felt was relief as she sat back on the toilet and let go. Then it hit her.
She was peeing in front of Remy.
With a groan, she shoved her face into her hands.
“What is it? Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I’m peeing in front of you!” she wailed.
“Look at me. Look at me,” he repeated more firmly.
She removed her hands, her face bright red. “Do you think I care? If I did, don’t you think I would have left the bathroom? Baby girl, when I say I wanted full control, I meant it. I’m here because I want to be. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Although I now realize that unless you’re willing to let me diaper you, I have to take you to the bathroom more often.”
“Not . . . not yet,” she whispered.
But she might be willing to try one day. For him.
“Good girl.” He kissed her. While she sat on the toilet.
Nothing worried him, did it?
Remy studied how much she’d eaten for lunch.
Sure enough, food had been delivered to their doorstep about an hour ago. It never ceased to amaze him what Loki did for this town.
And what they did for him.
She wasn’t eating enough and it worried him. She yawned again for the fourth time in the last five minutes.
“Bottle?” Loki asked quietly, also looking concerned.
He nodded and stood with her in his arms. “Come on, baby girl. Potty, bottle, then naptime.”
“Nooo,” she grumbled. Although he wasn’t sure what she was protesting.
It didn’t matter. He put her down on the toilet and then helped her clean up before carrying her to the playroom. Placing her on the changing table, he stripped off her clothing, leaving just the training pants on.
Loki entered with a full bottle and pulled a face at Isa, making her giggle.
“Can you watch her while I get a onesie?” he asked. What an idiot. He should have gotten it first. He couldn’t let her lie unsupervised on a changing table to grab one.
“Sure.” Loki kept pulling faces while Isa giggled.
At least she sounded happier than she’d looked ten minutes ago. Fuck. He was so worried about her, he was going to give himself an ulcer.
Coming back with a onesie, Remy dressed her and then carried her to the rocking chair. Cradling her in his lap, he fed her the bottle.
From now on, he was going to take good care of her.
Loki cleared his throat as he sat on the floor across from him. “We have a spare bedroom.”
Remy frowned. He knew that. Where was he going with this?
“Seems stupid for you to only come over on the weekends when that bedroom is there. I mean, the commute might be a bit of a hassle, but it’s not like there’s traffic . . .”
Finally, he clicked onto what the other man was saying. “Are you asking me to move in?”
“Um, yeah. I am. So?” Loki almost glared at him, as though he expected him to say no.
Isa had tensed in his lap and was staring up at him. He removed the bottle from her mouth, staring down at her. “Baby? Do you want me to move in?”
“Please,” she begged. “Please move in.”
“Then I’m moving in. I don’t care about the commute. All I care about is the two of you. Thank you.” He directed his gaze to Loki, then down to Isa.
“No need to thank us,” Loki told him. “Pretty sure we need you more than you need us.”
Yeah. He wasn’t so certain of that.
55
“How do you feel about what happened last night?” Remy asked.
They’d just put Isa down for a nap. Loki had tucked her in, making sure she had Razzie bear, while Remy had placed her pacifier in her mouth, then pulled up the side of the crib.
They had a video monitor on her so they could watch her. Loki had told Remy he’d look after her if he wanted to pack up his stuff, but Remy would do it tomorrow. It was too difficult to leave her after last night.
This was the perfect time for this conversation now that both of their heads were clear.
“Ahh.” Loki looked anywhere but at him.
“Loki. You can talk to me. There needs to be communication between us as well as with our girl.”
“Yeah. I get that. I guess . . . I feel a bit, hmm, embarrassed. But also less concerned than I thought I would. Like . . . my brain was quiet for the first time in years. It was good.” Loki shot him a sharp look. “Not something I want to do all the time . . . but sometimes. Yeah. I guess I am a switch.”