Page 167 of Double Daddies
“No,” I sob, looking at them.
“It’s not her period,” Daddy says into the phone. He paces in front of me as Aiden says something on the phone. “Little Bit, when was the last time you pooped?”
My face turns bright red. “I don’t—” I suck in a breath as another cramp hits. “I don’t know.”
“She doesn’t know. We’ll try that. I’ll call you later,” Daddy says, hanging up. “Bathroom.”
I shake my head, not wanting to get up and move. There is no way I will be able to walk to the bathroom with how much pain I’m in.
“I’ve got you,” Papa whispers, gently picking me up.
I grip his shirt, holding tightly as he walks me to the bathroom. Daddy follows closely behind, concern flowing through his eyes.
“Help me,” Papa says as he holds me.
Daddy starts to take off my clothes. I try to protest as another cramp hits, making me try to ball up in his arms, even though I can’t.
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispers.
Before I know it, I’m sitting on the toilet completely naked. Mortification fills me as my stomach cramps again, begging me to let go. But I can’t, not when Daddy and Papa are in the bathroom with me.
“You’re okay,” Papa whispers. “Just let go.”
Papa is sitting in front of me, rubbing my inner thigh gently. Tears pool in my eyes, and I quickly shut them as I wrap my arms around my stomach, trying to hold it in.
“Please,” I beg, not able to look at them. “I’m okay. You can leave me.”
“No can do, little bit,” Daddy says. “We don’t want you to be in so much pain you fall and hit your head.”
“I won’t,” I wail, making eye contact with Papa.
He’s still sitting in front of me, rubbing my inner thigh. I can’t help but allow him to do it. He’s calming me slightly… slightly as I have a meltdown.
“Just relax and go. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Papa whispers. “Just let go.”
“I’ll turn on the water,” Daddy says.
I know he wants to help but it just makes it worse. Before I can ask them to leave again, my body loses the battle, and I expel into the toilet. Tears rush down my face.
I suck in a breath as I stop, keeping my eyes closed. My nose wrinkles as I take another breath in.
“Oh my,” I whisper, absolutely mortified.
“What’s wrong?” Daddy asks.
“I stink. My poop stinks. I can’t do this,” I wail. “You need to leave me alone. Pretend this never happened. Better yet, I need to leave so you don’t have to see my face again.”
“You don’t stink,” Daddy says.
“I do! Don’t lie to me.” I wrap an arm around my stomach. “I absolutely have stinky poop, and you are here to witness it.”
“Our stinky baby,” Papa whispers as he cups my face.
Tears stream down my face, but he wipes them away.
“No.” I hiccup.
“But I like our baby, even if she is a little stinky.” Papa kisses my forehead.
