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It was slow. Gentle. Intimate in a way that made her melt into him.

His lips moved over hers with deliberate care, as if savoring the moment, as ifmemorizinghow she felt beneath him. He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking soft circles into her skin.

Lily sighed into the kiss, her fingers curling against his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if she were afraid he might disappear.

But he didn’t.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against hers. His breath was warm against her lips as he whispered, “I want to spend more time with you, babygirl.”

Her heart swelled. “I’d like that, too.”

Greyson smiled softly, his hand trailing down to squeeze her waist before he pulled away completely. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stretching before reaching back for her.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said, his tone dipping into that familiar, affectionate authority that sent a shiver rushing down her spine. “Let’s get you changed.”

She blinked sleepily at him before realizing what he meant.

Her cheeks turned pink.

She was still in her wet diaper.

Her body stiffened with embarrassment, but Greyson didn’t give her time to dwell on it. He was already standing, moving toward her dresser. He opened a few drawers, searching, and after a moment, pulled out a clean pair of cotton panties—soft, pink, and decorated with tiny bows.

Lily buried her face into one of her stuffed animals as he walked back to her.

“Aw, baby,” he said, kneeling in front of her, amusement lacing his voice. “No need to be shy.”

She peeked at him from behind the plushie, her cheeks burning. “But…”

“Shhh,” he soothed, his fingers making quick work of the diaper’s tapes. “Let me take care of you, little one. Let me be Daddy.”

She let out a soft whimper as he peeled away the damp diaper, her legs pressing together instinctively. He was sogentle, socareful, wiping her clean with a cloth he’d grabbed from her bathroom.

His touch wasn’t teasing or impatient. It was tender. Loving. Everything she remembered.

When he slid the fresh pair of panties up her legs, he patted her thigh softly and smiled. “There we go, babygirl. All dry, all comfy.”

Lily peeked up at him again from the bed, still clutching her stuffed animal, her heart so full it felt like it might burst.

Because for the first time inyears, she felt truly and completely taken care of.

And she had never been happier.

Chapter Seven

Greyson

Greyson moved around Lily’s kitchen with ease, gathering ingredients and setting up breakfast while she sat curled up in a chair at the dining table, still in her nightie, her hair adorably tousled from sleep.

Making breakfast for them both felt natural, like something he should have been doing for years.

The sizzle of bacon filled the air, and he glanced over his shoulder to find her watching him with sparkling eyes, hugging her stuffed animal against her chest.

His heart clenched.

She looked so little, so his.

Minutes later, he set two plates on the table. Fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and buttery toast. But before she could pick up her fork, he grabbed it first, scooping up a bite of eggs and holding it to her lips.

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