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I suck and then swallow the delicious shake. It’s vanilla, and it tastes like I’m having a milkshake.

Daddy smiles at me, rocking me gently while I suck the entire bottle down. It feels good. It feels right. I’m a thousand times calmer than I was a few hours ago. The tears are gone and my heart rate is far more normal.

When the bottle is empty, Daddy swaps it for a pacifier, holding it in my mouth for a moment. “Try the paci, Baby girl. I know you like to suck your thumb, but this will be better for your teeth. Plus, anytime you’re feeling anxious, you can pop it into your mouth and soothe yourself.”

I suck. He’s right. It feels good.

It’s really late, and I know Daddy has had a very long day, but he says nothing about being tired. He just keeps rocking me and smiling at me, never breaking my gaze.

Finally, he kisses my temple and says, “Would you like to sleep in your crib tonight? Sometimes Little girls feel better inside the confined sides of a crib.”

I shake my head and pull the pacifier out. “No, Daddy. I want to sleep with you. Please, can I?”

“Of course, Little one. Always and forever.” He palms my diaper between my legs. “I want you to wet your diaper first. Iwant you to have the experience and know what it feels like to spend some time in a younger space. Sometimes you can spend the day diapered and playing in your nursery. Let the rest of the world totally disappear.”

I giggle when he tickles my tummy. That makes me realize I need to pee. I sober and bite my lip.

Daddy rubs my tummy. “Go ahead, Baby girl. Let your bladder go. Daddy will always clean you up.”

I stare at him, breathing heavily for a long time, fighting with myself. It’s weird trying to wet myself. It’s against my natural inclination.

Finally, I do, and he’s right. It feels oddly freeing, like I don’t have a care in the world. Daddy has me. He will always have me.

Chapter Twelve

Chase

Yesterday was one of the most stressful days of my life. I really needed to focus on the case we were wrapping up, and I was grateful I wasn’t the only one on the case because my mind kept straying to Josie.

I knew she was in a panic before I left her. It couldn’t be helped, but it still bothered me. I had hoped it wouldn’t have been as bad as it was, and my heart nearly got ripped out of my chest when I found her disheveled and crying at her door.

Every day will get easier. She will learn to fully trust me. I told my boss this morning that I won’t be disturbed today. My girl needs my undivided attention.

I held her all night naked in my arms, but when we got up, I helped her ease back into a younger headspace. I knew she would benefit from a day spent without a care in the world.

After making sweet love to her, I carried her to the nursery, put her in a diaper and soft T-shirt, and fed her a bottle. She has spent six hours playing. She’s mostly had her mouth filled with the pacifier I gave her, suckling on it. She’s even crawled aroundthe room while she played, and I’m glad I put plush carpeting in here.

Without a word of complaint, she let me feed her another bottle for lunch. She hasn’t fussed a single time when I’ve changed her. She’s been smiling all day. We’ve colored together and worked a puzzle. I especially like it when she giggles behind the pacifier.

Now, it’s time to get ready to go to her parents. “Time to stop playing, Baby girl. Can you come over here and talk to Daddy?”

She looks up from her dolls and frowns.

I lift a brow. “When Daddy says it’s time to do something, I expect you to obey. We have to get ready to go to your parents’ house. Would you like to do that with a sore bottom, or are you going to be a good girl and put your toys away?”

She hesitates, pondering her options. It’s so fucking adorable. Finally, she sighs, tucks her dolls into the toy box, and waddles toward me.

I have left us plenty of time to talk first, and I lift her onto my lap and pull the paci from her mouth. “You’ve really enjoyed playing younger today, haven’t you, Baby girl?”

“Uh huh.”

Oh, boy. She’s very young. Which is fine. It makes my heart happy. I want to give her whatever she needs. I lean back, rocking her in my lap. “What age do you usually maintain when you’re with your parents?”

She shrugs. “They’ve known I’m Little for a long time. They worried at first, but after a lot of counseling for all of us, they understood my kink. They don’t judge me or care as long as I’m happy.”

“That’s amazing, Josie. I wish every Little girl had parents like that. You’re so very lucky.” I’m grateful too. It makes it a lot easier to Daddy her if I don’t have to hide her kink. Or mine.

“I don’t think I should wear a diaper at their house though,” she realizes.