Page 95 of Daddy's Little Surprise

“Six, minimum.I don’t want you to trip carrying it from one room to another when you have other things in your hands.”

“I’m not going to change your mind, am I?”

“Nope. I’m glad you’ve caught on to that one.” He kissed her nose.

Rainey watched as Daddy put the blanket on the ground before pulling his shirt off and placing it down on top of the blanket.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s not going to cover all of it, but it’s going to cover some so you don’t have to feel it.”

“But it’s your shirt.”

“So? It’s just a shirt. Nothing is going to happen to it.”

Daddy took her hand and helped her lay down. She sighed and closed her eyes. It was still weird to have Daddy change her.

Pulling down her pants, Daddy undid the tabs of the diaper and took it off.

“Such a good girl. Daddy is almost done.”

He carefully but quickly started to clean her up, rubbing in some cream, before placing another diaper underneath her.

“You’re Daddy’s good girl.” He pulled the tabs, securing the diaper around her.

She giggled as Daddy blew raspberries on her stomach.

“Daddy!”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you call me that.”

Blushing, she looked over to her left. She lifted her bottom as Daddy pulled her pants up. He was careful to help her up, holding onto her hips as she swayed.

“Dizzy?”

“Just a little, but I’m okay. I think it was getting up too fast.”

“Or you are really tired and probably haven’t had anything to drink yet. That’s why you’re having a nap.”

Rainey whined, not liking the idea. Daddy quickly pulled his shirt back on.

“Nonnegotiable. You need a nap, and you know it.”

Sighing, she sat down on her couch. She didn’t want to take a nap. Not when there was no soft blanket or comfortable place to lay. Sure, she had the couch she’d slept on for several months, but it wasn’t comfortable.

Daddy sat down at her desk chair and rolled it closer to her.

“I brought you your favorite.”

She perked up. “Chicken alfredo?”

“Yes, Little girl.”

Clapping, she bounced up and down on the couch. Daddy was a fantastic cook and told her he was determined to find foods she could eat without getting nauseous. Right now, that was chicken alfredo. She didn’t know how many times she’d had it, but she didn’t care.

“Such a good girl.”

She happily opened her mouth as Daddy held a fork in front of her. Humming, she chewed while looking at Daddy.

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