Page 23 of Lilly's Little Labor Day

His cock throbbed. Knowing that Little girl was lying there in her diaper, plastic pants, hugging her stuffie, and wanting a Daddy was about more than he could take.

It was more, in fact.

He had to get the hell out of that room. He couldn’t stand another second.

He hurried downstairs. He thought of making some coffee but realized he needed something cold instead. Hitting the fridge for a bottle of water, he guzzled a long swallow and then wandered into the living room.

He moved the coffee table and then dropped to the floor in the newly created free space. He did a hundred push-ups. He found a bit of relief as he had to concentrate on maintaining proper form and keeping count. But as soon as he’d completed the set, his mind turned once again to Lilly.

“Why are you sweaty?” she asked, coming into the living room. She looked as cute as could be, hugging Ms. Duckworth. She’d changed into “Big girl” clothes, though—sleep shorts and a tank top.

Oh well. She still looks cute, he thought.

At least this way I won’t feel the urge to check her diaper.

“I just did my push-ups for the morning.”

“Do you do them every day?”

“No. I like to hit the gym in my building but since I can’t, I just did a quick hundred.”

Well, since I can’t go to the gym and I needed to get my mind off how adorable you are.

Her eyes lingered on him a moment and he had to smile. “I should probably get dressed.”

She blushed hard and quickly spun around to head for the kitchen. “I’ll start breakfast.”

Still grinning, speaking low and under his breath, Edward shook his head.

“Someone is too cute for her own good… and mine.”

Two hours later, they found themselves at a local fun center that had a vast selection of bounce houses, inflatable obstacle courses, and a few permanent climbing structures. There was also a mini-golf course, bumper boats, an arcade, and various other chances for fun.

“Aren’t we too old for this place?” she asked, looking at one of the giant, inflatable castles.

He realized they were still playing that game—the one where they danced around the Little issue, but he’d keep up the charade as long as she needed him to.

“You’re never too old to have fun,” he said.

“Fun, sure. But we could have some, I dunno, more adult fun. Right?”

You didn’t look so adult last night in your diaper and plastic panties.

Of course, he kept that comment to himself. He didn’t want her to feel as if he were making fun of her.

“You mean like bar hopping or something?” he asked.

“Ooh. That sounds nice. Sure,” Lilly said.

“Absolutely not. And you don’t do that when I’m not around, do you?”

She laughed. “Sometimes.”

“With whom?”

“Friends.”

“Safe friends?”

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