Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Her bottom lip trembled. “Daddy?” She lifted her gaze to his.
His attention was on her tummy though as he palpated her stomach all over. “Does anything hurt, Pumpkin?”
She shook her head. Now something hurt. Her head. From the movement. And also her throat when she swallowed. And when he hit her bladder with his fingers, she drew her legs up and cried out, batting at his hand.
“Does it hurt there, Pumpkin?” he asked, meeting her gaze.
“No. I have to pee. Please let me go to the potty,” she begged even though she was pretty sure that wasn’t on his agenda as she fully grasped the fact that he’d diapered her.
Daddy flattened his palm over the same spot. “Let it go, Pumpkin.”
“No…” She shook her head again and moaned in pain. Her head was pounding now.
Daddy set one hand on her forehead. “You’re too weak and confused to get out of bed, Pumpkin. Wet your diaper, and then Daddy will change you.”
Her lip trembled violently. “I’m not that Little, Daddy,” she whispered. Am I?
His voice was calm and soothing when he responded. “Sometimes it feels good to let yourself be Littler than other times, Pumpkin. Now is one of those times. There’s no reason to be embarrassed in front of Daddy. There’s nothing wrong with using a diaper occasionally. You might enjoy being younger sometimes even when you’re not sick. Little girls need to be taken care of in all ways on occasion.”
She tried to process his words. She certainly did like that he was here to take care of her. She suspected her fever was high enough that it would be difficult for her to take care of herself without him.
Did she really care if he changed her diaper? He was her Daddy after all. He’d seen her pee in the bathroom many times. He wasn’t the kind of Daddy to give her privacy.
So what if she peed into a diaper? It would beat falling on her face trying to walk across the room. Even if Daddy carried her into the bathroom and set her on the toilet, she was likely to sway to the side and fall, considering how dizzy she was.
Finally, she gave up the fight and let her bladder release. The relief was instantaneous, making her wonder why she’d fought the urge.
“That’s my good girl,” Daddy praised, rubbing her forehead. “See? Not so hard.”
When she was finished, she squeezed her eyes shut again so she didn’t have to watch while Daddy removed the wet diaper, cleaned her skin, and put a fresh diaper on her.
He bent over and kissed her tummy. “Let’s see about that bottle now.” He patted her between her breasts. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
She shook her head again. “Throat hurts, Daddy.”
He kissed her forehead. “I’ll fix something cool to help with that this time.”
She dozed again while he was gone, flinching when he resumed sitting on the edge of the bed.
He carefully lifted her head and tucked another pillow under her to prop her up. When he tapped her lips with a nipple, she opened her mouth, nervous about swallowing. The first suck surprised her. The liquid was cool and fruity and didn’t hurt too badly as it went down.
“Good girl. Drink all of it, Pumpkin. You need the fluids.”
She knew sick people needed fluids. She also knew fluids would make her wet herself again. She couldn’t find the will to care as she wrapped her fingers around one of Daddy’s and continued suckling.
Every time she stopped sucking, Daddy jostled the nipple and encouraged her to continue. “A little more, Pumpkin.”
Finally, it was all gone and she was suckling air. She was also drifting again, and didn’t question her Daddy when the nipple disappeared and reappeared a moment later.
She resumed sucking, but nothing came out. It didn’t make any sense, but it felt good.
Daddy kissed her forehead again. “Sleep, Pumpkin.”
CC was marginally aware of this process occurring several more times. She would wake up confused, sometimes hot, sometimes cold. Daddy was at her side quickly every time. He encouraged her to pee, changed her, took her temperature, gave her more medicine, fed her, and helped her get back to sleep.
Finally, she awoke more lucid and glanced around. “Daddy?”
He came to her immediately, smiling. “There’s my girl. How do you feel?”
“Better. I think.”
Tangerine had apparently been sleeping peacefully at her side because he stretched his neck against her hand, encouraging her to pet him. As she scratched his big head, CC realized how lucky she was to have her Daddy here to take care of both of them. Who would have fed Tangerine?
He felt her forehead. “Your fever broke. How’s your throat?”
She swallowed, checking it out, and smiled. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
His grin widened. “I’m so glad. You had a nasty bug, but it was short lived.”