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“I was promised French toast,” Tessa reminded him as her tummy growled.

“Right. How about we both get dressed for the day and then we have an adventure?”

She instantly perked up. “Oooh what kinda adventure?”

“I don’t know,” Dax answered honestly, “but that’s the fun part.” Dax was naturally spontaneous and he hoped that while indulging her, it would allow him to both be the Daddy Beau needed him to be, and that he wanted to be, while still allowing him to release a portion of his own neglected inner boy, and scratch that itch, so to speak.

“Okay, cool,” Tessa answered with a shrug. “Can we go to a park or maybe a candy store? That would be fun.”

“Maybe. Let’s just see where the day takes us. Now, do you need changed? Would you prefer a bath or a shower?”

“Both, but I can take care of myself.”

Dax cocked an eyebrow at her. He knew it was true, but at the same time he knew it would be better for them both if he threw himself into the Daddy role now. “How about we compromise? You can take care of your own shower and afterward, I’ll get you in a fresh pull-up and help you get dressed in an outfit we pick out together.”

“Okay!” Tess chirped.

Dax smiled. She really was a good girl, agreeable, and eager to please while still being just naughty enough to make it fun.

“Go on then, get!” He swatted her on her diaper-covered bottom as she scampered from the room, sinking onto the bed with his face in his hands as soon as the bathroom door closed behind her.

He hated that he felt like this, and short of bugging Beau and confessing while he was on the road, he didn’t know what to do about it. And he couldn’t put this on Beau right now because Beau would go into fix-it mode. He wouldn’t rush home or anything, but he’d worry all day and be distracted during his meeting or worse, the drive home.

Dax couldn’t let that happen so he sucked it up and put on a smiley face, vowing to come clean with Beau later when they were alone.

After ten minutes, Tessa skipped out of the bathroom wrapped in an oversized towel.

“Daddy, I’m ready!” she sang.

“You’re ready? You don’t look ready,” Dax teased. “But okay, if that’s what you wanna wear to breakfast, I suppose.”

“What? No!” Tessa shrieked, breaking into a fit of giggles. “That’s not what I meant!”

“It’s not?” Dax pretended to look baffled. “Then what did you mean?”

“I meant I’m ready for you to help me get ready!”

“Ohhhh. Well, that makes more sense.” Scooping her into his arms, he lifted her onto the changing table they’d bought and installed in the corner of the room and dug in the bins beneath until he extracted a fresh pull-up, wipes, and baby powder.

It was harder to put on a pull-up than a regular diaper but he managed, helping her pull her legs through the leg holes, working it up past her knees and thighs, and finally to her bottom.

“Lift your hips,” he instructed, shaking fresh powder onto her pussy as she did so, and sliding the pull-up into place.

This was the part of being a Daddy that he liked. It was easy and came naturally probably because he himself never went so Little.

“What do you feel like wearing today?” he asked as he helped her to sit.

“Is it hot out?”

He shot her a look. “It’s the end of June in Las Vegas. What do you think?”

Tessa giggled. “Can I wear a sundress then? The new pink and yellow one Daddy Beau got me? I haven’t worn it yet! And can you wear something pink or yellow so we’ll match?”

Cocking his head as he considered his wardrobe, racking his brain for pink or yellow options, Dax frowned until he remembered the bright-yellow polo he’d gotten to golf with Baze the first time they’d met him. Yellow wasn’t his favorite color but the polo would pair easily with any of his pairs of cargo shorts if it would make Tessa happy. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Yayyy!”

He left Tessa on the changing table while he walked to the closet and dug out both the dress and the polo. Holding them up next to each other, he was happy to discover the shades were nearly a perfect match.