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So maybe that’s how he should be treating her. It’s how Jenner had treated her the other day.

“Immy? Do you have to use the toilet?”

Christ.

He waited for her to tense up and tell him off. But instead, she snuggled in even more.

All right. Seemed she wasn’t going to be any help. He would have to figure this out on his own.

He thought about messaging Jenner or Sampson. But Lauren had Jenner doing some sort of publicity event this morning. And then interviews this afternoon. The concert wasn’t actually until tomorrow night.

Sounded simple. But in reality it was going to be a bit harder.

Standing, he cradled her against him as he carried her into the bathroom. Then he tried to set her on her feet.

She simply wrapped her legs around his waist.

So. What to do now?

Tobias had dated some Littles, however wasn’t really a commitment type of guy.

Maybe because he hadn’t found the right girl.

Being a Daddy could make you feel like a champion. The king of the world. Or at least that’s how he felt around Immy.

She had a way of making you feel special and seen. Noticed.

Invincible.

That he was needed . . . wanted.

And sure if that feeling was only something he’d experience with Immy. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t want more.

“Right, Cherry. Need you to use the toilet, sweetness.”

She shook her head.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think you want there to be an accident. But to use the toilet, you got to let go of me.”

She shook her head again.

“You want me to find you a diaper to use?” he asked.

He had no idea how he’d do that, but he figured he could find a way if he needed to.

In reply, Immy smacked a hand down on his chest.

“Uh-uh, no hitting,” he warned. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl for me. I’ll set you on your feet, give you some privacy. Afterwards, if you need me to wear you like a shirt, you can. Promise. But, pee first, yeah?”

She made the cutest grumbling noise, but let him put her on her feet. He stepped out of the bathroom.

He didn’t really want to leave her and he wasn’t entirely sure that she understood what she was supposed to be doing. But as much as he wanted to stay and help her . . . he knew that was going too far.

Fuck.

He didn’t want her to hate him.

Or worse, fear him.