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I’ve never even peed in front of someone, let alone in a diaper. Plus he’s hovering over me, his eyes on mine. He’s so patient, rubbing my stomach, pressing in just the right spot to make me almost lose control.
I squeeze my eyes closed and focus. How bad can it be? He’s not going to relent. All I need to do is pee, and then I’ll be so much more comfortable.
Finally, I relax my muscles and fill the diaper. My cheeks heat from embarrassment, but Daddy simply kisses my forehead. “So proud of you. Let’s get you changed and then we can go downstairs and get some soup in you.”
Chapter Seven
Daddy carries me downstairs. I’m balanced on his hip again, but this time a diaper is between my legs, creating a barrier between my pussy and his waist.
As soon as we enter the living room, the doorbell rings, making me stiffen.
Daddy rubs my back. “Don’t worry. It’s just my friend Tate. He’s a Daddy, too, and he’s bringing me some things to borrow while we wait for more supplies to arrive.”
I squirm in his arms as he heads for the front of the house. “Put me down, Daddy,” I whine. I don’t want to see anyone.
Theo hesitates and then turns and heads toward the living room. “Tate would never judge you, Baby girl, but you can sit on the couch while he’s here. How’s that?”
When he settles me in the corner, I pull the T-shirt down to fully cover my diaper, relieved further when Daddy tucks a throw blanket around me.
I huddle under it, shivering from nerves while he leaves the room. Maybe he will just talk to Tate at the door and not bring him into the living room. But no such luck. A few moments later, I hear voices, and they grow louder as the men approach.
As soon as Tate steps into view, I realize I know him. Or at least I’ve seen him before at the Dungeon. There’s no need for me to be embarrassed, but I am anyway.
Tate is a tall man like Theo. His hair is a shade lighter brown. His eyes are green. He has that same kind smile, though, and he flashes it at me now. “Ah, Theo. You didn’t tell me the Little girl you ran into and knocked on her bottom this morning is Layla.”
“Do you two know each other?” Daddy asks.
Tate nods. “Only from the club.” He addresses me next. “You’re usually there with Sophia.”
I nod, dumbstruck by the number of coincidences that have slammed into me today. “Theo didn’t knock me down,” I say softly. Why does he keep taking the blame for my clumsiness? “I ran intohim.”
Tate chuckles. “Well, he is a brick wall. I’d avoid doing that again in the future if I were you.” Tate is carrying a large box, and he lowers it to the floor.
Theo is also carrying a similarly giant box. He sets his on top. I’m not sure I want to know what all is in those.
Theo turns to his friend. “Thank you so much for lending us some things. I placed several orders, but this will get us by until everything arrives.”
Tate grins, looking at me. “Your Daddy was wholly unprepared to slam into a Little this morning, but I’m glad you two met. Now that I think about it, you’re perfect for each other.”
My face heats again. I can’t even begin to respond. Is it possible he’s right?
Tate claps his hands together. “Well, I need to get going. I’ll see you both later. Maybe at the Dungeon? Or maybe, you could talk your friend Sophia into going out with me, and we could go on a double date one night.”
Tate is interested in Sophia? I don’t think Sophia knows that. I would never speak for her, though. “Uhhh…”
“Just an idea. Think about it,” Tate says before waving and heading back to the front of the house with Daddy.
Daddy. I have a Daddy?
And Tate wants to double date with Sophia? I wonder where my phone is. I really need to talk to Sophia, but I’m not in the right headspace to do so yet. I don’t have any idea what’s going on with my own life. I couldn’t possibly tell someone else.
As Daddy returns to the living room, I remember where my phone is. “Can you get my cell for me? I think it’s in the bag with my wet clothes. It was in my skirt pocket.”
“Already found it, Little one. It’s plugged into a charger in the kitchen. An envelope with your paycheck was in there, too. I set it on the counter. It’s a bit soggy. It will dry. I put your skirt in the wash. Your blouse was torn at the elbows, though. I didn’t think it was salvageable.”
That doesn’t surprise me. “Thank you.”
Daddy bends down to open one of the boxes. “No screen time today. Doctor’s orders. It’s not good after a concussion. You can use your phone tomorrow if you’re feeling better.” He rummages through the box.