Page 208 of Daddy, Sir

She was completely asleep by the time he pulled into her driveway.

Greyson cut the engine and turned toward her, taking a moment to lookat her. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing slow and even. She looked so peaceful, so small.

For several minutes, he just sat there, silently staring at her. After so many years apart, he washere, taking care of her again, watching over her the way he always used to. The way he was meant to.

It felt so right. So perfect.

With careful movements, he reached over, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek to rouse her. “Lily,” he murmured. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

She made a soft noise of protest, shifting against the seat but not fully waking.

“Babygirl, I need your house key,” he said softly.

Her sleepy fingers fumbled with her bag, and after few false starts, she handed him a small keyring.

Greyson got out, unlocked the front door, and then walked back to the truck. Without hesitation, he unbuckled Lily and gathered her into his arms, carrying her inside with ease.

Her house was adorable.

Soft pastels, cozy blankets, stuffed animals on shelves. It was warm, inviting, and so completelyher.

He carried her through the small house, finding her bedroom with minimal effort. Her bed was covered in a fluffy pink comforter, at least half a dozen pillows, and twice as many stuffies. He set her gently on the edge, brushing a hand over her hair.

“Let’s get you into your pajamas, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Lily blinked up at him sleepily. “Mmkay…”

He moved to her dresser, pulling open a few drawers before finding what he was looking for—a soft pink cotton nightie with bows on the sleeves.

Holding it up, he turned to her. “This one okay, baby?”

She nodded slowly, too tired to argue. It was so fucking cute. Lily had always been the sweetest, sleepy babygirl.

He knelt in front of her, helping her out of her dress, his hands careful and respectful even though he couldn’t keep his eyes off her lush figure. She was curvier than she’d been once, and though he’d found her gorgeous back then, she was absolutely mouthwatering now. Perfect. Full. Soft.

Once she was down to only her diaper, he grabbed the nightie and slipped it over her head, pulling it down so it covered her completely.

As he adjusted the hem, she mumbled, “Need panties, Daddy.”

Greyson stilled, his hands settling on her thighs.

Then, slowly, he pressed his palm against the front of her diaper, checking for any signs of wetness.

“You’re still dry, baby,” he said, rubbing soft circles over her knee. “Let’s leave you in the diaper for tonight, just in case you have an accident while you sleep.”

Her cheeks flushed. “But?—”

“No buts.” His tone left no room for argument. “I don’t want you waking up in wet sheets, sweetheart. You’ll be much more comfortable this way.”

Lily bit her lip, looking away for a long moment.

Then, finally, she gave a small nod. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he murmured.

He pulled back the blankets, guiding her to lie down before tucking her in snugly.

She blinked up at him, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, but there was something else there, too. Somethingtrusting.

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