Page 80 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“No misadventures,” I scolded.
“Oh, all the misadventures,” he countered, waggling his eyebrows at Tinsley.
She gave him a nod and a cheeky smile.
Sighing, I asked, “Why do I let you babysit again?”
“Because I’m Teenie’s favorite uncle.”
Tinsley looked at me and confirmed his words. “Tinsley’s favorite.”
It was true, I knew he was her preferred uncle and he was a damn good one too, though I hoped after this week he would be Tinsley’s “Papa” instead. My Little one was always safe when I dropped her off with him. Tyler always made sure she was fed, clean, and entertained. Today they were going swimming with our friends Travis, Reagan, and Maddox.
She thought I had to go work for a few hours, but really, I was swinging by the office to settle a few things, and then going home to pack everything up. First, I was going to surprise her with a week-long vacation to Helen, Georgia and then Tyler and I were going to surprise her with something else entirely.
This trip was supposed to have happened over a year ago, but COVID had hit badly and many of my elderly patients were affected. I’d felt guilty canceling the trip, but Tinsley had been understanding.
After her drunken confession on our patio a few months ago, I was glad the trip had been postponed. My cock hardened when I thought about my Little one’s reactions to Tyler and I worshiping her sweet body together, and her whispered admissions about how she really felt about him.
“Back at four?” she asked, bringing me back from my thoughts. I did usually pick her up at four; today would be earlier, though.
“Back at four,” I lied.
“Call before nap?”
“Dada will call before your nap.”
“Unless an emergency?”
Lifting her into my lap, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. She’d had a bit of anxiety since the Coronavirus pandemic happened and sometimes needed a little reassurance before I left.
“I will call you before your nap unless one of my patients has an emergency. I love you, Little girl.” I pressed soft kisses to her face, and the tension in her jaw eased a bit.
“I love you, Dada.”
“Are you going to be a good girl for Uncle Tyler?”
“Yas-huh.”
“And you’re going to listen to him, Uncle Maddox, and Uncle Travis around the pool?”
“Yas-huh.”
“And you’re going to eat all your lunch and drink your baba?”
She hesitated before nodding. Being her normal headspace age was harder with others, but we were working with her on it. Everyone wanted her to be her true self despite her embarrassment. There was nothing wrong with being a true Babygirl and we wanted her to accept that. I also thought she struggled a bit with the fact that she got aroused when Tyler cared for her. We’d talked about it several times, but it was just such a hard thing for her to accept. Hopefully acceptance would come when she realized just how deeply he adored her.
“Good girl,” I praised after she agreed. Her soft skin flushed and I didn’t miss the way her breathing hitched just the tiniest bit. My baby was extremely turned on by my praise as well. Tyler and I spending time with her together usually left her a needy little mess.
“And we’re not going to give Uncle Tyler any trouble about changing your diapers, right?” Tyler added with an unusually stern look.
She fidgeted in my lap.
“Yas-huh,” she whispered.
“I don’t think Uncle Tyler could hear you, darlin’. Let’s try again.”
“Yas-huh,” she said, only a tiny bit louder.
