Page 20 of Lilly's Little Labor Day

“Yes?”

“May I, uh, sleep with you? I know it sounds stupid, but I keep thinking of Blake. He looked at me like he wanted to hurt me or something. I’m scared.”

Unable to help himself—and unaware of his actions until he had ahold of her—Edward rushed back and wrapped his arms around her.

“Lilly, honey, I’ll never let him or anyone else hurt you.” He kissed the top of her head. “Yes, you can sleep with me.”

His hand started to slide down her back, eager to pat her bottom, but he caught himself just before his fingers crossed her waist. He smiled at her and then went back toward the door.

“Just put on a pair of plastic panties over that diaper,” he said. “We want a leak free night.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

And with that, more pre-cum coated Edward’s already sticky boxer-briefs.

Babygirl had nearly worked him into a frenzy.

And it was getting harder and harder to resist her cuteness.

Chapter 11

“That’s my favorite story of all time!” Lilly said as Edward closed the picture book.

They were sitting in the living room, with her on the couch and him in the nearby chair. He placed the book on the coffee table and then smiled at her. “What part do you like the best?”

“Hmm.” She tapped her lips as she considered his question. “I like the part where the ducks make friends with the alligator.”

She patted the head of Ms. Duckworth who sat beside her. Her diaper rustled loudly with each movement. For some reason, she wasn’t embarrassed around Edward.

“Ducks are your favorite, huh?” he asked.

“Uh-huh. I love them!”

“Who is your favorite duck?”

“Ms. Duckworth, of course.” She giggled, picked up the stuffie, and hugged it.

“But who is your favorite famous duck?” Edward pressed.

She laughed loudly. “Famous duck?”

“Sure. Daffy. Donald. Howard.”

“Ohhhh, I see. Hmm.” She tapped her lips again. “Daisy. She has a big purple bow and I love it.”

She blushed hard upon noticing how Edward was looking at her.

He’s looking at me just like a Daddy would look at his Little.

“Have you ever seen Duck Tales?” she asked.

“No.”

“Ooh. We could watch it right now! It’s so good. You’ll love it.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” he said, standing. “I know a Little girl who needs to get to bed.”

She stuck her bottom lip out in a pouty display, crossing her arms, too, ensuring Edward got the message.

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