Page 68 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

Finn had been meaning to talk to them anyway because they wanted to start selling clothes at the club, have their logo on some. They wanted to let the littles and caregivers be able to look around while they were in the club for things they need.

They had been wanting to do this for a couple of years, but they never got around to it until recently. It was another thing on Finn's list to do for the club, and now he just needed to find time.

Finn never thought that he was going to find a little for him, and so he threw himself into work and took on a lot because he had a lot of free time, but that was changed now. He'd found his little one, and he wanted to spend more time with her.

He started by asking Michael, Marco, and Mac if they could help out with some of his workload and maybe rearrange something. Maybe it was time for Finn to find a personal assistant that can help out with some of the less important things.

None of them had personal assistants, but he’d found his little one, and Mac had his eyes on a little girl, so they were going to start getting busy with their littles. He didn't want the club to suffer, so his next thing was to hire a personal assistant.

“Pants, Daddy,” Charlotte whined.

Finn got pulled out of his thoughts, and he looked over at his little cupcake.

“Pants or onesie?” Finn asked again.

“Onesie!” she excitedly said before she started coughing.

“Inside voices, little cupcake. Especially since you're sick.”

Charlotte pouted. He didn't like scolding her, especially when she was excited, but she was sick, and he didn't want her to overexert herself. She needed all the rest she could get, and getting wound up wasn’t good right now.

Finn went and grabbed the onesie from the back before he walked over and unstrapped her. He had thought about grabbing underwear but thought against it. If she needed the bathroom in an emergency since she wasn’t wearing a diaper, he didn't want to have another layer to take off since her onesie didn't have a drop seat.

“Underwear?” Charlotte whispered.

“Not today, little cupcake. In case of emergencies, you're not going to wear one right now,” Finn explained.

“But—” she started to say.

“No buts,” he replied. “Daddy knows best. We don’t want you to make a mess in your panties. Your onesie doesn’t have a drop seat, and if you really need to go, Daddy has to take off your onesie and pull it down.”

“O-okay.”

He helped Charlotte get dressed in her cute, little polka-dotted onesie before setting her on the ground. She immediately motioned her hands in a grabby way, indicating that she wanted to be picked up.

“Give Daddy one second,” he said.

Charlotte let out a whine and made grabby hands again.

“Daddy.”

“Charlie, Daddy said one second,” he scolded her a little.

He knew she was sick, but she needed to know that when Daddy said one second, he meant to give him a little bit to finish what he was doing. He wasn’t opposed to giving her a couple little swats on her bottom to remind her of that. He wouldn’t give her a full blown punishment until she was fully better if she did anything wrong though, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

“Daddy knows that you’re not feeling good, but that doesn’t mean that you need to disobey,” he said.

Finn grabbed one of the pacifiers next to the changing table and put it in his pocket. He picked up Charlotte and started to walk downstairs.

She needed fluid in her body. He had given her a bottle when she woke up, and she gladly drank from it.

Finn wasn’t in her house long enough, but in her playroom, he didn’t see any bottles or sippy cups that she drank out of. Maybe they were all in her kitchen, and he didn’t see it.

Her kitchen.

She didn’t have electricity, and he didn’t know if she had anything in her fridge that would go bad. He needed to go check on that, but he didn’t want to leave her alone.

He also thought that she might not appreciate him going into her house. Maybe he could get Jaxson or Mac to go and see if anything needed to be thrown away. Finn didn’t want her house to start to smell because food had gone bad.

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