Page 30 of His Little Turquoise
The pod is going to pick us up soon to take us to the mothership. I need to give Mia a bath first. It’s time for her to wake up.
It’s undoubtedly my fault she slept so long. As soon as I lower her gently onto my bed—a bed I’ve never slept in—she stirs, kicking her little arms and legs out as she stretches.
She blinks her eyes open.
I pop the pacifier from her mouth, loving how she whimpers and reaches for it as though she wasn’t ready to relinquish it yet.
I set it on the nightstand out of her reach. “I’ll give it back in a while, Baby girl. You’ve been asleep a long time. You need a diaper change and a bath. A pod is going to come get us to take us to the starship soon.”
As expected, she gasps when she lifts her head and sees how full her diaper is. Her lip trembles. “I wet myself?”
I quickly whisk the soaked material from her body and grab a cloth to wipe her folds. “It’s normal, Little one.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not normal. I’ve worn diapers before and didn’t wet them. I’ve even worn them to bed sometimes. I didn’t accidentally wet myself without my knowledge.”
“Well, you were very sleepy, Little one, and the formula helped you relax. Plus the serum you get from my quill has a calming effect.” I list all the things I’ve gone over in my head.
Her eyes go wide. “That last part is a lie, Papi.” She pouts. “If I’m not allowed to lie, you can’t either.”
I chuckle. “It’s not a lie, Baby girl. My quill can be used for a variety of effects. One of them is to help calm you. Some of that got into your system when I nicked your titties.” I watch her as I use her own word.
She softens. She likes that word for some reason. It makes her feel younger. I can practically watch her age slide lower when one of us uses it.
I scoop her off the bed and carry her into the kitchen. “Bath time.”
“Where are you taking me?” She looks around.
I stop when I get to the basin and turn on the water. “We bathe our Little girls in basins like this.”
“You really don’t have bathrooms?”
“Nope.” I adjust the water, put the stopper in, and give it a few seconds to fill. “You’re going to love this. Our water feels amazing. It’s cleaner than yours and makes your skin feel so soft.”
She giggles. “Like a fountain of youth.”
I smile. “Exactly. Except it really is a fountain of youth in a way. It’s partly because our water and air are superior that we live longer.”
“That’s hard to comprehend.”
I lower her into the water.
She gives a deep sigh and leans back, closing her eyes. Her expression is calm. Her smile is so pretty.
I lift a cloth, pump some soap onto it, and start with her arms.
She moans. “That feels amazing. Do you really bring your water from your planet?”
“Yes. We can’t drink yours. We don’t bathe in it either.”
She reaches for the cloth. “I can do it, Papi.”
I pull it away. “Papi will always bathe you, Little one.”
“Are you really going to do everything for me?”
“Yes, Mia. Everything.”
“Won’t you be exhausted?”
