Page 61 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

Charlotte let out a sigh of relief and placed her head on his shoulder.

"Otay, I'm weady, I guess," she mumbled.

She felt Daddy start to walk into her house, and she covered her face with her hands. She didn't want to see his reaction to her messy living room or her house in general.

"Can you tell Daddy where your bedroom is?" he asked.

Charlotte pointed to the back corner of the house where there was a hallway. That's where her room and her little room was.

"Right side," she said before relaxing in his hold again.

Daddy started to walk in that direction, and right as he started to open the door, Charlotte realized she said the wrong room.

"Wait," she weakly said, but it was too late.

Charlotte stared at her Daddy with wide eyes. She knew he had to know that she had a room like this, but she didn’t want him to see it just yet. It was the messiest room of them all, and she wasn't proud of it.

She didn’t have any rules about cleaning up after herself, and so she didn’t. Charlotte didn’t have a reason to clean up after herself because she’d end up using it again. She didn’t know what the point of cleaning up after herself in her playroom was for.

“Is this my little cupcake’s playroom?” daddy asked.

Charlotte looked around, and she nodded her head.

“My little cupcake is so messy,” he baby talked to her. “So messy but that’s okay. Daddy will help make sure his little cupcake cleans up after herself.”

Charlotte was mortified. It wasn’t her fault, it was her stuffies’ fault. They knew that they shouldn’t have distracted her, but they did it anyway.

“Other room,” Charlotte whispered.

How could she have forgotten that her room was on the left side and not the right? That wasn't like her, but she couldn't be too hard on herself right now. She wasn't feeling good, and her brain was all foggy.

She couldn't think straight, and it annoyed her. She should’ve been able to remember which side her room was in and which side her playroom was in.

"It's okay, little cupcake," Daddy whispered in her ear. "You're okay. I promise I'll forget everything I saw, and when you're ready to show me this room, I'll see it for the first time."

Charlotte knew that it didn't work that way, but she couldn't help but relax. She knew deep down he wouldn't forget, but it didn't matter. He promised that he would, and she believed him.

"Now, do you need anything else besides clothes and toiletries? Do you have a bag that we can put anything in?"

Charlotte pointed to her closet where everything was.

"Just stuff things in," she mumbled. She didn't want to be here any longer.

"Can you say that again? Do you need a stuffie?" Daddy asked.

Her head perked up at the mention of her stuffie. She had several stuffies, but she had a favorite one, and it laid on her bed.

"Moody!" Her voice raised, and she wiggled in her Daddy's arms.

"Who's Moody, little cupcake?" Daddy asked.

Charlotte pointed to the big blue hippo on her bed. Daddy turned around and let out a gasp.

"Such a pretty stuffie," he said as he walked toward her bed and picked up Moody.

Satisfied, Charlotte held Moody close to her as her Daddy walked back to the closet with her still in his arms. She felt safe and secure in his arms as he packed her bags.

“My little cupcake, can you stay awake for a couple more minutes?” Finn asked. “Then you can go to sleep when we get into the car.”

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