Page 144 of Double Daddies
Uncomfortable dampness is the first thing I feel as I slowly wake up. What could possibly be wet? Did I fall asleep in the bathtub again? I promised myself I wouldn’t do so again, but it seems I have.
If I had a Daddy, it would not end well if he found out I had fallen asleep in the bathtub several times. Granted, I don’t think Daddy would leave me alone while I took a bath.
As I roll to my right, my hand connects with something hard and round. My eyebrows furrow as I slowly move my hands, grabbing hold of whatever it is. I open my eyes and see that I’m in a… crib?
Pushing to sitting, I let out a scream as I look down, seeing the large dark spot my pants have on them. Tears that hadpooled in my eyes, now run down my face as I rest into the railing. An even larger wet spot is in the center of the mattress.
The door slams open, and Brix and Elijah come running in.
“What’s wrong?” Brix yells.
“Who’s in here?” Elijah looks around the room.
I continue to sob, my eyes pinned on the mess I’ve made. I’ve never wet myself before. What is happening to me?
“Little bit, what’s wrong?” Elijah asks as they both rush closer.
I don’t dare look up at them. I don’t want to see their faces when they realize that I’ve peed my pants in my sleep. What are they going to think of me? Are they going to kick me out? Have me find my way back home on my own?
“Oh, little bit,” Elijah gently comforts. “You’re okay. Accidents happen.”
Another sob breaks free as he says those words. He doesn’t sound angry. But why? He should be telling me to strip the bed, wash them, and take care of myself.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up while Papa strips off the bedding,” Elijah offers as he picks me up.
Whining, I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he places a hand on my wet bottom, keeping me still. I cringe, pushing my head into his chest as he holds me tightly.
“You’re okay. We’re not mad at you. It’s our fault. We should have known better than to not put you in a diaper after giving you so much to drink,” Brix soothes, running his hand through my hair.
I look up from Elijah’s shoulder, briefly making eye contact with Brix before resting my head back on his chest. Brix was giving me a smile, but why? I don’t deserve one. Not after this.
“I’m going to run her a bath. Join us when you’re done,” Elijah tells Brix as he walks to the bathroom.
He holds me the whole time he is getting the bath ready, only placing me down when he takes my soiled clothes off me. Tears are still streaming down my face as I step out of my wet clothes, wrapping my arms around my now-naked body.
“You’re okay,” he coos at me. “Let's get you in the bathtub and all clean.”
Before I can step into the tub, he puts my hair into a bun. Elijah helps me into the bath, and I sink, closing my eyes and letting out a breath. The warm water cascades around my body, warming me.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “Our good girl.”
There he goes again, saying ‘our.’ Is he all right? Does he know what other people think about Littles who have more than one Daddy?
“We’re going to sit here for a couple of minutes, and then I’ll start washing you,” he gently says.
I wrap my arms around my chest and stare at him with wide eyes. He wants to bathe me? Is he out of his mind? I’ve always wanted a Daddy to bathe me, but I don’t know him.
“Unless you don’t want me to,” Elijah says. “But secretly, I think you do. I saw the way your eyes lit up when I said I was going to wash you. You don’t have to lie. You can be your true self.”
I shake my head and look away. He sees right through me.
“I know I’ve said this a lot, but you’re okay. You don’t have to hide who you are and what your desires are.” He places a hand on my shoulder.
Silence fills the bathroom. My desires aren’t right. Mateo and Lainey told me that several times, shamed me for what I wanted. But yet again, they had control over my life, but I can’t help but wonder if they were right.
“How’s our girl doing?” Brix asks, walking into the bathroom.
“Stop,” I whisper, my voice broken.
