Page 94 of Daddy's Little Surprise

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.”

Another lie.

How many lies was she going to have to say before she finally told him? Would she even be able to make it to the meeting without telling him?

The ball in her stomach grew and got heavier with every passing minute. She had lied twice, and she didn’t like it.

“Come sit down. I’ll feed you, and then you can take a nap.”

“Um, Daddy?”

“Yes, Little girl.”

She moved back and forth on her feet. She had only used her diaper a couple of times, and each time, Daddy knew and changed her quickly. Was he not going to change her this time?

“What’s wrong?”

“I peed,” she whispered.

It was still embarrassing to tell him. She had only done it a coupleof times, but she tried her hardest to make it to the bathroom so she didn’t use the diaper.

“You’re okay. Let’s get you changed before we eat. That way, you are comfortable.”

Daddy let go of her face and walked over to the door,locking it. Her shoulders sagged in relief. No one would be able to come in now, not unless they broke down the door.

“Do you have a blanket?”

She tilted her head to the side. Why did he want a blanket?

“I want it to beon the ground. That way, you aren’t on the cold floor.”

Her mouth made an O shape, and she quickly pointed to the corner of the room. In a basket, she had fourblankets she got really cheaply. Were they the best? No. But they did the job.

Daddy walked over and grabbed one, carefully setting it down and taking the next two and then the lastone.

“They aren’t that soft.”

“Yeah.”

It had been hard sleeping with them. To feel the scratchy material against her skin. Sometimes, she went without a blanket so she could try and sleep.

“Baby.”

His voice was so tender and caring, which resulted in her eyes tearing up.

“I couldn’t afford a soft one,” she whimpered.

There were other things she needed more than a soft blanket. Did it make it hard to sleep? Yes, but it was a sacrifice she had to make. She needed to eat, and she was saving up money for a doctor’s appointment and giving birth. They weren’t cheap, and she didn’t have any insurance.

How was she going to be able to pay for all of it? Would she be in debt for the rest of her life?

“I’ll buy you all the soft blankets you want. When we gethome, we’ll go to a website I know sells them. You can pick out a minimum of six.”

“Six?”

“Yes, Little girl. I want you to have one in each room. Then, if you want more, we can get more.”

“I’m okay with two.”

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