Page 69 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

Charlotte snuggled into his neck and relaxed some. He could get used to this if he wanted to. Fin wanted to always hold her.

“Daddy’s gonna get you a bottle, and we’ll sit in the rocking chair, and Daddy will feed you,” Finn said as he started to fill up the bottle with chocolate milk.

Even though Charlotte was sick, he had seen her eyes light up earlier today when she saw the milk. Chocolate milk was good for her because it gave her protein, but it also gave her fluids.Charlotte didn’t say anything but snuggled into his embrace more.

“Will you be Daddy’s good little cupcake and drink all of it?” he asked.

He had given her water before in the bottle, and she didn’t drink it all. He had to shake the bottle to get her attention and talk to her.

“Almost done, little cupcake,” Finn whispered to her as he shook the bottle once again.

Her eyes slightly opened, and she let out a whine of protest.

"Be a good girl for Daddy, and drink the little bit that's left." Finn squeezed the bottle to encourage her to drink.Charlotte started to suckle the nipple and finished the rest of the bottle."Good girl," he murmured to her. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

She nestled her face into his chest and relaxed as Finn started to rock them back and forth. They should make this a before nap time routine. He brought her comfort, but she also brought him comfort by letting him take care of her.

"Daddy," she mumbled and put her thumb in her mouth.

Finn was quick to act and grabbed the pacifier on the little table next to the rocking chair. He pulled her thumb out of her mouth, and before she could whine, he placed the pacifier in her mouth.

"Good girl," he said again.

She was such a good girl for him right now, and he wanted to remind her of that. Finn watched as Charlotte fell asleep in his arms before he got out of the rocking chair and placed her in the crib.

Charlotte let out a whine, but Finn was fast enough to place his hand on her stomach and gently rub it, putting her back to sleep. She sucked the pacifier harder and rolled to her side. Finn placed Moody right next to her, and she instantly grabbed it.

A smile broke out of his face at the act Charlotte made. She was so stinking cute when she was did those things, and he couldn't get enough of it.

With that last thought, he walked out of her room and to his computer. He was going to go shopping for her, spoil her while she napped.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHARLOTTE

Charlotte didn’t know what was going on around her. She had been embarrassed the other day when one of Daddy’s friends came over and checked her temperature. In her bottom.

How mortifying was it to have an adult man stick something in her bottom to check her temperature. His friend of all people. Now, whenever she saw him at the club, she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes or even at him in general.

She knew her face was going to go beat read whenever she saw Michael next. Maybe she could slip away any time she saw a glance of him so she didn’t have to interact with him. That sounded like a safe bet to her. Finn wouldn’t approve, but he wasn’t in her place. He didn’t know how embarrassing it was to have her temperature checked in her bottom.

She never wanted that to happen to her again. It was embarrassing and humiliating for that to happen. Charlotte had felt a light bit of arousal when Michael moved the thermometer around in her bottom, and she was embarrassed. It was another man who was making her aroused and not her Daddy.

What would Daddy think if he found out about that? She tried so hard not to get turned on, but it was hard. The slight burn when Michael pushed the thermometer into her bottom turned her on, the stretching feeling as her hole clenched around the thermometer.

She knew Michael was an ex doctor, but that didn’t make it any better. If anything, it made it worse. He was Daddy’s friend but also an owner of the club.

Charlotte hated doctors and never wanted to see one again in her life. They scared her no matter how much they tried to tell her otherwise.

That was why Charlotte never went to the doctor unless it was an emergency, and that happened very rarely. She tried her best not to have to go to the doctor, but recently it had been slipping between her fingers, and she knew why.

Before, her health was a priority, but since she got the second job and was worried about her electric and water getting turned off, it hadn’t been. She hadn’t been eating as well as she would have liked, and she got less sleep.

Her health slipped through her fingers, pushed to the back and forgotten about. Charlotte knew it was only time before she had to go to the doctor again, but she was trying to make it a little longer.

And she wanted to go to a regular doctor, even though they were just as scary, because having Daddy’s friend come over was a lot. He would see her everywhere if Daddy was around whereas if she went to a regular doctor, she wouldn’t.

Charlotte knew that if they went to the club, Michael would most likely be there, and he would say hi to her Daddy. How mortifying. Would other people know that he stuck a thermometer up her bottom to check her temperature?

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