Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She giggled as she twirled it around in a circle before deciding she wanted to try it on. When she pulled it off the hanger, she found a fancy diaper cover under it. It was also pink and covered with ruffles.
Would her Daddy be mad if she tried it on? She dismissed the thought immediately. If he hadn’t wanted her to go through the things in the nursery, he wouldn’t have invited her to come over and explore on her own.
After a glance at the changing table, she hesitated before deciding to go all in. If she was going to put on the fancy dress, she would want to try the bloomers too, and that meant she would need a diaper for the total desired effect.
Nicoya quickly pulled her dress over her head and kicked off her flip-flops. She lifted a diaper from the pile, opened it up, and laid it on the floor before lying down on it so she could pull the front between her legs and fasten it.
She’d done this before. Lots of times. She knew how to diaper herself. Easy peasy. In no time at all, she had the pretty dress and diaper cover on and spun in a circle to make the ruffly tulle flow around her.
Her hair was still damp, the curls hitting her in the face. With another idea, she rushed to the master bathroom to pull open drawers in there. “Bingo,” she muttered when she found the stash of ribbons, bows, and bands. She parted her hair down the middle and put two high pigtails in before adding fat pink ribbons.
Grinning from ear to ear, pleased with herself, she headed back for the nursery, picked up the bottle and a pacifier, and crawled into the crib. She wouldn’t lift the side because she was afraid she might really get stuck. If her Daddy took too long, she wouldn’t want to be climbing over the top.
Humming her favorite princess songs, she downed the bottle before swapping it for the pacifier. She let herself slide deeper and deeper into her youngest headspace. She’d been slipping for the last hour, but it was hard to fully embrace her Littlest Little when she was playing the roll of caregiver and Baby girl at the same time.
She was done being the caregiver now though. All she had to do was relax, hum her songs, suck her pacifier, squeeze Ruffles to her chest, and lie in her crib.
Her mind went to another place, visualizing a future where her Daddy would come home, lift her into his arms, and rock her while he read her a story. Or maybe he would decide she needed to eat first. He would take her into the kitchen, restrain her waist and wrists in the booster seat, and feed her soft foods that a Baby girl wouldn’t choke on. Afterward, he would give her a bath, letting her play with bath toys while he washed her.
She was rocking back and forth, grinning and daydreaming and humming when she heard her Daddy’s voice. “Niki?”
A moment later, he came into the nursery. “There’s my sweet Baby girl.” He smiled as he came to her side and set a hand on her thigh. “Don’t you look pretty?”
She nodded, not giving up the pacifier.
When he patted between her legs, she smiled broader. “My good girl even put a diaper on. I’m proud of you.”
She flushed at the compliment.
He scooped her up and carried her to the rocking chair where he sat, lifting her higher to arrange her straddling him. His hands came to the small of her back as if she needed support to sit up. Bracing her with one hand, he pulled the pacifier from her mouth.
She whimpered and watched as it disappeared, the ring around his pinky finger to hold on to it.
“I spoke to some of the other Daddies today. They said a bunch of them are taking their Littles to Blaze tonight. How does that sound? Would you like to join them and play with your friends?”
She froze, blinking several times as she processed his question. Blaze? Tonight? “Uhhh…”
“I know you like to spend a few nights a week at Blaze, and I haven’t taken you since we met. I feel bad about that.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she whispered, her gaze lowering to his shirt. She played with the front of it.
“Daddy needs to take a shower before I touch you any more than I already have. Can you be a good girl and stay in your nursery while I shower?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He lifted her chin. “Are you okay, Niki? You seem a bit off.”
“I’m fine.”
He was frowning when she met his gaze. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded and squirmed off his lap, grabbing her pacifier from his finger before turning toward the dolls.
While she pretended to look at them, he gave one of her pigtails a tug, kissed her cheek, and left the room.