Page 20 of Bash

“We can paint the walls?” she asked, her eyes wide in surprise.

“Of course we can paint your walls, silly goose. We can do anything you want.”

“I’m Allybaby.” Frowning, she patted herself.

Chuckling, I corrected myself. “I’m sorry. Of course we can paint your nursery, Allybaby.”

“That’s so ‘citing!”

Unable to take her cuteness one more second, I flipped her around in my lap and patted her butt. Her training panties gave her a bit of extra padding. “You are the best Little girl in the whole wide world.”

“Da whole wide world?” she whispered in awe.

“The. Whole. Wild. World.”

“So manies,” she said, reaching up and playing with my beard. Over the past week, I’d learned that was something she did when she was sleepy. Glancing at the clock on the mantle, I realized I’d let more time pass than I intended. It was past her bedtime.

I stood with her and she wrapped her legs around me like a koala.

“Where going?” she asked.

“It’s time for you to go to bed, sweet girl.”

“Nuuuuu,” she protested, throwing her head back dramatically.

“Yassss,” I teased, carrying her up the stairs.

“I’m thirsty.”

“I have a bottle of milk ready for you in the mini fridge upstairs.”

“I needa potty.”

“We’ll go potty before we get you snuggled in bed.”

“I needa baf.”

“You had a bath after dinner because you were a spaghetti-face.”

“I needa feed our doggie.”

“We don’t have a doggie.”

“We should go ‘dopt a doggie and then I needa feed it.” She cupped my face in her hands and pressed her forehead to mine. “Doggie, Daddy.”

I tossed my head back in a laugh. She was so damn fun.

Carrying her into the bathroom, I set her down. “Hold your shirt up, Allybaby.” Once she did, I lowered her panties and helped her sit on the toilet.

She slapped her hands over her eyes which had become the norm when I was going anything she considered embarrassing. I’d admit the image she made while sitting on the potty, wearing my shirt, and ducky training panties would be stored in my heart forever due to the entire thing being so precious.

“Good girl,” I praised when she tinkled.

Once she finished, I stood her up, wiped her bottom, and then we washed our hands before brushing her teeth. “Which baby do you want for bednight?” I asked, referring to the rapidly growing pile of baby dolls she was collecting.

“Hmmm, Noelle.”

“Good choice!” I praised as she grabbed the dark-haired baby and ran to my bed with her. I loved the sight of her wearing my shirt, laying in my bed. Raw possession overwhelmed me as I took it all in. She wanted to take things slow and I wouldn’t rush her. The day I’d disclosed my darker habits to her, she agreed to move in with me. I’d given her the guest room because I knew she wanted to take things slow. We’d gotten her some furniture and had started picking out things for the room that wouldbecome her nursery, but until it all arrived, she was sleeping in my bed. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to let her go when her furniture did arrive, but I understood her wishes and no matter how hard, I would respect them.

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