Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“You really think that putting slime in his pillow case is the best idea to help him get over this?”
“No,” she grumbled. “I guess it would be naughty.”
“Would definitely get you a long timeout and a spanked bottom.” He patted her bottom lightly and she glared at him. “I think you’re going to have to help him.”
“But how?”
“I’m going to go into town for a bit, leave the two of you here. After your nap, you try to seduce him.”
“I don’t know how to seduce him.”
“Getting naked would be a good start. Now, I’m going to go get your bottle. Time for a nap.”
Naps sucked.
But bottles, surprisingly, did not.
Tobias walked back into the room with the bottle, which he sat on the nightstand. Then he lifted her up off the floor where he’d left her and carried her to the change table, lying her down on top of it.
“Papa, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Do you need to go potty?”
She shook her head and put her thumb in her mouth, feeling shy for some reason.
“Immy, do you need to go potty?” Tobias reached up and took her thumb from her mouth. “Words, please.”
“No, Papa.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. Well, I’m not. So I think we better put you in a diaper. Just in case of an accident.”
What? Nooo.
But she didn’t say anything and he gave a nod of satisfaction.
He took off her onesie and panties, then he drew a diaper out of the drawers from under the change table.
Immy put her thumb into her mouth to comfort herself. Lifting her legs into the air, he slid the diaper under her bottom.
Good Lord.
“Let’s just put on a bit of cream. We don’t want your skin getting all sore,” he said.
She nearly giggled since it felt ticklish as he rubbed cream on her skin, but she managed to control herself.
Then he did up the diaper.
Okay, that felt weird, but surprisingly nice at the same time. He quickly got her back into the onesie and picked her up, cradling her against his chest.
For a brief moment, he bounced her up and down. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”
Warmth filled Immy and she relaxed against him. Maybe she wouldn’t use the diaper, but it still felt nice to have.
For naps anyway.
Then he sat on the chair with her lying across his lap, resting against one arm. He picked up the bottle and the nipple slid between her lips. Immy sighed in pleasure. She didn’t know why she liked this so much, but she did.
Maybe it was because she was held tight by someone that loved her. Maybe it was because she could just relax and not have to think or do anything. Maybe it was because it felt like an act of extreme caring for someone to do this for her.
But most likely, it was all three.
After she finished the bottle, he slid her around so she straddled his lap. Then he stood with her cradled against his chest and patted her back lightly as he swayed back and forth before laying her down on the bed. He already had the pillows arranged how she liked them so she was cocooned in a nest.
And she fell asleep with a pacifier in her mouth, but smiling on the inside.
Because she lived a beautiful life and she knew it.
52
Jenner sipped from his beer as he stood on the porch and stared at the mountains.
He should get back inside before Immy woke up. It was cold out here and he didn’t want her wandering around, trying to find him. When he’d gotten off the call to his therapist, Tobias had told him that Immy was napping and that he was going out for a few hours so Jenner had to look after her.
No other explanation. Not that it was any hardship to look after their girl.
The door behind him opened and there she was. Dressed in her owl onesie with Snowy held against her body, she stumbled out.
“Baby, it’s too cold for you out here,” he told her.
He didn’t get a reply and he didn’t expect one. She had her thumb in her mouth, she’d obviously spat out the pacifier she had been using when he’d checked on her earlier.
Setting down his empty beer bottle, he picked her up and carried her inside. He sat on the sofa with her on his lap. Grabbing a blanket, he settled it over her and turned the TV on low.
Suddenly, she moved around, trying to get off his lap.
“What are you doing, baby?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Cock. Suck.”
He tensed. Tobias wasn’t here, so that wasn’t going to happen.
“I’ll get your pacifier.”
“Cock.”
She slid onto her knees in front of him and reached for his jeans.
“No,” he said firmly, taking hold of her hands. “You can have your pacifier.”
All of a sudden, tears dripped down her face. “You don’t want me?”