Page 57 of The More the Merrier

“I’m sure it’s perfect, Daddy. Can I get in the bath now, pretty please?”

He squeezes me back and then pulls away, looking me right in the eyes for once, due to his seat on the bath’s edge.

“Okay, Little Mouse, time to get undressed.”

His smile is soft and sweet, and the silly line between his eyebrows is gone, so I respond with my own grin. I lift my arms up above my head so he can pull my shirt up. When his hands reach for it, Daddy Cam speaks up again.

“Looks like things here are under control. I’ll leave you to it. Don’t take too long; our girl needs to show us all her new outfits.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

When he leaves the bathroom, my focus returns to the big softy in front of me. He paused in getting me undressed when Daddy Cam left the bathroom, and when I raise my eyebrow at him, he chuckles softly before pulling my shirt up over my head. He quickly gets rid of my skirt, striped tights, and panties before standing up. And without a moment’s pause, he lifts me and puts me in the bath.

The bubbles tickle my skin and I settle in without a second thought. When he passes me the big, colourful bath crayons, I take them and answer softly, “Thanks, Daddy”.

I’m lost in a world of bunnies, flowers and magical clouds when he clears his throat, drawing my attention to him.

“Time we get cleaned up, Little Mouse. Is it okay if I wash you?”

“Oh! Yes, please,” I answer with a nod, handing him the cloth I’d been using to clean up my drawings.

He takes the most tender care, slowly washing first my arms, then my legs and feet before helping me stand up so he can wash my body, too. When I am all covered in sudsy bubbles, he rinses the soap from me before declaring me sparkling clean.

“Time to get out now.”

My brow furrows at the thought of getting out and stopping my play. “I don’t wanna!” My lip pushes out in a pout and he reaches across, pulling on the lip before responding to me.

“You heard Cameron. I’d like to see all the pretty new things you got today.”

I huff out an annoyed large sigh before holding up my arms so he can pick me up again.

Within minutes I’m all dry and wrapped in a large fluffy towel. No point in getting dressed if I’m about to have a fashion show for my Daddies. Next, Daddy Jo has me sitting on the bathroom counter while he brushes and braids my hair. I feel so special and cared for.

“There we go, Little Mouse. Hop on down,” Daddy says as he helps me.

With a pat on my bum, he sends me running down the hall to the kitchen, where I know Daddy Cam will be waiting for me. For us.

Johannes

After way too many outfit changes, giggles at our excitement for the kitten and mouse onesies, and making us play another game of rock-paper-scissors—so we could decide whose onesie she’d wear first—we’re finally cuddled up on the couch with Zanya between the two of us. I feel an inordinate amount of joy looking at her on Cameron’s lap, wearing the hooded mouse outfit.

“Kitty Cat, you ready to talk now?” Cameron starts.

She nods in answer before looking at me. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Then we won’t hurt him,pragtig.We have all the evidence to get him locked up for a good while.”

She’s quiet for a long time, biting on her lower lip.

“Am I a very bad person if I don’t feel like that’s enough punishment?”

Cameron strokes her hair before answering

“No, that just makes you human. Honestly? I don’t think jail time is enough, either. Do you have any other suggestions though, love?”

Again, she doesn’t speak. I want to smooth away the frown on her face. And then the most amazing thing happens. Her face lights up with pure joy.

“I have just the thing!” She then proceeds to tell us her plan, and with each sentence, I like it more and more.

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