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“I know. It’s okay. He started calling me that when our parents got married, and once he figured out how much I hated it, he stuck with it. He has been the epitome of the annoying older brother for over a decade.”
“Must be weird to think of him as your Daddy now.”
“It was, at first. But… I dunno. It’s almost like this was the role he was always meant to play in my life. He still teases me a bit, but nothing like how it used to be.”
My own words echo in my mind. If Jasper has always been meant to play the role of my Daddy, does that mean I’ve always been destined to be his Little girl?
I’m still rolling the problem around in my head when the door to Victoria’s nursery swings open and our Daddies walk in.
“Looks like our Little ones have worn themselves out, Maxwell.”
“I’ll say,” Uncle Max says with a low rumble of laughter as he bends down to scoop Victoria up into his arms. “The rest of the family will be here soon, little thief. You should potty before we go down to dinner.”
“You too, Juju.”
I’m just now getting used to peeing in my diaper in front of Jasper. There’s no way I’ll survive the humiliation of wetting myself in front of someone else. “I don’t have to potty, Daddy.”
“Really?” Jasper raises a brow in disbelief. “You had a big lunch and a whole bottle of milk before we left for Uncle Max’s house. Are you sure you don’t need to pee?”
“Positive.”
“Me neither!” Victoria chimes in, shaking her head.
“Is that so, Victoria Rose?”
There’s a dangerous edge to Uncle Max’s voice, and I wince at the sound of it, silently cursing myself for not being able to just go along with what they’ve asked. The last thing I want is to get Victoria in trouble again.
Fuck.
Obviously Victoria is going to stand with me if I continue to defy them. Which means the only way to help my friend is to do the very last thing in the world I want to do.
“Um, actually, maybe I do have to potty,” I manage to say, my face flaming with embarrassment.
It’s almost worth it for the way Jasper smiles at me. “That’s my good girl. Do you need Daddy to help you?”
Another layer of humiliation, but I’m not sure I can force myself to wet my diaper if he doesn’t help me, so I nod. “Yes, please.”
Settling on the soft pile beside me, Jasper plucks me up and places me on his lap. Pushing my pretty purple dress up, he presses on my bladder, and I instinctively squeeze my thighs together against the urge to go.
“Relax for me, princess. Can you do that for Daddy? Just relax and let me help you, baby.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I lean back against him, forcing my muscles to relax bit by bit.
“There we go.” The pressure on my bladder increases. “Such a good little princess, you are. Just relax and let Daddy take care of everything, Juju.”
He continues praising me, telling me what a good girl I am, how happy it will make him if I use my diaper. And after several long minutes, my body finally gives in to his gentle prodding and I wet myself.
“That’s my good little baby. Daddy’s so proud of you, princess. Now we just need to get you all cleaned up. Maxwell, do you have a changing pad we could borrow? Ah, hell, and a diaper as well. I left Juliet’s bag downstairs.”
“Of course.”
I keep my eyes shut, but I can hear him moving around, then crossing the room. And when he stops beside the beanbag pile, he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Thank you, sweetheart. That was a very brave thing you did for my Victoria.”
I’m not sure exactly how he knows why I did what I did, but his words unravel some of the knots in my tummy and I pry my eyes open to peek up at him. “You’re welcome,” I whisper back, and he winks before turning away to make his way back to the changing table Victoria is currently strapped to.
Jasper makes quick work of laying the changing pad on the floor and shifting me from his lap to the pad so he can remove my diaper. The actual process of changing me doesn’t take very long at all, and soon I’m cuddled in Daddy’s lap again, clean and dry.
“You’ve been such a good girl today, princess. I’m so proud of you.”