Page 109 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he announced, walking into the room.

“Where were you?” I asked, rubbing my eyes, trying to wake up faster. I hated that I was always so groggy after a nap.

He sat down on the side of the bed, brushing my bangs out of the way.

“Downstairs making dinner. You’ve been asleep for two hours.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe that. I never slept for that long when I took naps. The longest one I ever had was forty-five minutes tops. When I glanced at the clock, it confirmed what he had told me. It read five-fifteen p.m.

“Did you have sweet dreams?”

“Mhmm…” I smiled as he caressed my face. I loved when he did that.

“Would you like to help me make the rest of dinner?”

I held out my arms for my response. I was still waking up and didn’t feel quite like walking yet. He lifted me up, carried me downstairs to the kitchen, and plopped me down on a kitchen stool. Our gingerbread house and people were still standing in the middle of the counter where we had left them.

Giggling, I thought about how happy my gingerbread men and women looked. They were enjoying their house and being around each other.

At the smell of food, my tummy grumbled. I couldn’t wait to eat.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Corn, mashed potatoes, and barbecue chicken.”

“That sounds yummy! What can I do to help?”

He looked around at the food. The corn was in the bowl, the mashed potatoes were in the pot, and the barbecue chicken was in the crockpot. There didn’t look like there was much I could do.

“You can set the table for me. Here’s everything you’ll need.” He pushed two plates, cups, napkins, and two sets of silverware toward me.

“Okay.”

I jumped off my stool and did as I was told. Setting the plates next to each other, I made sure that they each had a napkin and set of silverware next to them. I put the cups by each plate and even filled them with ice and water, so that was one less thing he would haveto do.

When I finished with that, I went back over to him and asked him what else he needed me to do.

“Can you put the corn on the table?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Be careful,” he warned, handing me the bowl.

I took it and walked ever so slowly to the table with it. When I reached it and put the bowl of corn down, on accident I bumped the glass of water I had filled for myself. Water spilled all over my plate and onto the floor.

I looked up at my daddy, the potholders still in my hands. He didn’t look angry, but shocked and I couldn’t help but burst into tears. I had been trying so hard to help out and instead, I had caused a big mess.

“It’s all good, baby girl. It’s just water,” Daddy said, suddenly at my side. He pulled me in tight for a hug.

“I’m s-sorry.” I cried into his shoulder.

“It’s really okay, sweetheart. It was an accident. Accidents happen all the time. You can help me clean it up.”

“O-Okay.” I wiped the tears from my face and took one of the towels that he offered me. We had the water cleaned up in no time and the rest of dinner on the table. He served me all my food and made sure to cut the chicken up into bite-size pieces.

Everything was super tasty and I made sure to tell him that. I was lucky to have a daddy who made such delicious food. More important, I was so happy to have a daddy who allowed me to eat grownup food when I was acting little. I knew some tops in ageplay relationships who forced their littles to eat baby food when they acted younger. I’d hate having to eat food that came out of a jar.

Once dinner was over, I helped Daddy clean up. It was a lot of fun. We did all the dishes by hand. Daddy washed them since he decided that I’d splash more water out of the sink than keep it in. So, I got to dry the dishes and put them in the drying rack for him to put back later.

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