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“Before you settle in, I want you to go potty and wash your hands. Then, check on your mom with the camera app. After that, you can start coloring.”
I kept an eye on her mom while she was playing out in the snow, but she’ll be able to relax into her smaller headspace when she checks for herself to make sure everything is good.
She glances up at me shyly before she heads toward the bathroom. I don’t think she’s quite ready for me to strip her down to diaper and dress her in the clothes I bought. Honestly, I’m not sure I’m ready for it either, but my reasons are totally different than hers.
Summer is one of those women who has no idea how gorgeous she is. She’s always been curvy, but as she’s gotten older, she’s filled out even more. Her thick thighs would feel so fucking good wrapped around my head. They make my mouth water. Her bottom is round and wide. And her breasts…her glorious fucking breasts are huge and jiggly. I want to worship them for the rest of my life.
Her physical beauty is only the tip of the iceberg. It’s amazing to me that she doesn’t have men bowing at her feet and begging for her to spend the rest of her life with them. Then again, she might, and I don’t know about it because we live in two different places. Though I’m sure if Nash found out she was dating someone, he’d tell me.
When she comes back, she meets my gaze as she sinks onto the couch. While she checks in on her mom, I go to the kitchen to prepare something for her to nibble on.
“She’s still knitting.”
“Good. That means you have a couple of hours to play until you have to go home to make dinner.”
Her mouth curls up into a smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
The only thing I can do is wink at her because there’s a lump forming in my throat. She’d be able to hear the emotion in my voice if I spoke right now.
She wastes no time diving into the toys. I watch her in complete awe while peeling an apple, cutting up cheese slices, washing grapes, and filling her new sippy cup with water.
When I sit down next to her, she nervously flicks her gaze to me. Her cheeks turn pink. I know it’ll take a while for her to get used to playing in front of me. Especially since we haven’t spent any time together in so long.
“Have you named your baby doll yet?”
“Uh-huh. I think I want to call her Winter. So we’ll be Summer and Winter.”
I chuckle and nod. “Guess we’ll have to get you two more so you can have Autumn and Spring.”
She giggles softly. “That’s a good idea. Babies for all the seasons.”
“Yeah. My baby is the cutest, though.”
It takes a second before her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush a shade darker. I hate that she’s so caught off guard by a simple compliment. This woman should be told she’s beautiful and perfect every single day. I know her shithole of a father put her down frequently when she was younger. Did his words stick with her? Whatever the case, I’m going to make sure she knows what I think of her while she’s here with me.
I pick up a piece of apple and hold it to her mouth. “Open and take a bite.”
She does, keeping her eyes on me the entire time. I never knew watching someone eat could be considered foreplay, but seeing her lick her lips and open her mouth for another bite has my dick throbbing against my zipper.
Food. She needs food. Not my dick. I need to remember that.
Food. Food. Food.
My cock isn’t getting the message, and it doesn’t help when her plump lip slides over my thumb to take the last bit of apple I’m holding out for her.
I clear my throat and focus on feeding her while she re-dresses her baby doll between bites.
When she takes a grape from my fingers and lets out a moan, I practically lose it.
“Mmm, that’s so juicy and sweet.”
Jesus, fuck. I must have done something terrible in my life to earn this kind of torture. I need to go lie face down in the snow. But I don’t think that would solve the problem. She’s the only one who can satisfy this need.
Fucking Summer is a bad idea. Absolutely terrible. Once I get a taste of her writhing beneath me, I’ll never be able to look at another woman again. She’ll ruin me for anyone else. I’m so screwed, and not the kind of screwed I want to be.
After she finishes her snack, she goes from one toy to the next while I watch. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. She seems to enjoy it too, and I hate having to pull her out of that headspace. Part of me wants to order a pizza to be delivered to her mom’s house so I can keep Summer here longer, but I know my baby girl wouldn’t want that. She’d feel guilty for not being there for Mrs. Pierce, and I won’t do that to her. So instead, I formulate a different plan in my mind.
“Okay, baby girl. It’s time to start cleaning up. It’s almost five and you said your mom likes to eat dinner promptly at six.”
