paddedlittleparadise: (Trying out a rather different style this time!)Quiet! You’ll wake her i
paddedlittleparadise: (Trying out a rather different style this time!)Quiet! You’ll wake her if you’re not careful.It’s her naptime, of course. She needs two, maybe three hours’ nap every day, just like clockwork. I guess growing girls need their sleep. That’s what Max says, and he should know. He and his wife have a three-year-old kid, so they know all about naps.My wife is bigger than a three-year-old, though. At least in some ways.***It’s all just right today, just as it should be. We have our lunch, seated warm and close in the sunshine from the window. She finishes her cookie and looks at me with that look, that need in her eyes. I know it well. I clear my throat and rise to my feet, and it’s something how she seems to shrink as she looks up at me still from her chair, saying nothing.Her hand is small and warm as I lead her to the bathroom. Brushing teeth is just as important as naps, I say when she complains. And then the brush is in her mouth, and she goes quiet as it goes in and out and the white foam fills her mouth and dribbles down her chin into the sink. So cute, so messy, I tell her. She blinks up at me, her mouth full of foam and empty of words, and I see her slipping further, shrinking down into her other, younger self.We’re in the bedroom then. God, you’re beautiful, I think as I pull the pink top from her shoulders and free her small soft breasts beneath. You’re more than beautiful, I want to say as I tug off her thick panties, leaving her completely bare. She shivers at the touch of the powder, and so I am quick with the rest of it. No shirt for baby? I ask, and she shakes her head. No shirt today. Just diaper. Diaper and Mister Gooney and Nuk-Nuk.And then she’s on the bed, stretching out soft and warm alongside her bear, No words. Just Nuk-Nuk and Mister Gooney. And me. Sleep well, little bean, I say. Sweet dreams. Her eyes are shut and though she says nothing I know she can hear me. It’s okay. Little girls don’t need words when Daddy’s near.***The light has changed now and I know it must be mid-afternoon. I need a rest too, I tell myself. Sure. That’s why I’m still here, where I can just happen to watch her sleep. Her bare back rises and falls soft as a sleeping rabbit, silent and safe in her nest. Nuk-Nuk is still in her mouth, and I smile when I see it, remembering the white of the toothpaste on those lips.I can’t leave. She might wake and need me.She stirs, and I hear a soft ssshhh of wetness. Yellow lines turn to blue as I watch - just a spot at first, then spreading further and further as she hissing lessens and finally stops. The lines don’t mean anything to my little girl, of course. I know what they mean, and it’s okay. Little girls do that, even in their sleep. Especially in their sleep. It’s no problem. Daddy will take care of it all when she wakes.And until then I sit here, saying nothing and feeling everything.Image Credit: Ageplay247.comPlease don’t remove my caption or accreditation! As long as you don’t, may all your socks remain intact in pairs no matter how many times you wash them. -- source link
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