Page 22 of Her Gentle Daddy

“What about diapers?”

She had thought about diapers before and even saw them up close in the changing room at the club, but she hadn’t ever tried them. They looked soft and fluffy but being a grown-up and wearing a diaper seemed kind of odd. But it wasn’t like she was the most normal person in the world, and besides, if it made her feel good, that would be all that mattered, right?

“Gabby, you’re overthinking. There isn’t a right or wrong answer.”

Smiling up at Sean, she realized she must have been zoning out in her thoughts.

“I’ve never tried them, and I don’t think I’m opposed to trying them, but I don’t know for sure.”

He smiled and nodded, “Okay, baby. That’s perfectly okay. There might be things you say no to now and say yes to later or vice versa. You might say yes to something now, and down the road, you hate it, so we’ll stop doing it. Nothing is set in stone.”

She relaxed her shoulders and ran her hand along his jawline again. Funny how something rough and prickly could be so soothing.

“Okay.”

“Being your Daddy means doing things like helping you to take a bath, changing your clothes, going potty, and other things that are very intimate. While I promise that I don’t expect anything sexual from you and I would never do anything you didn’t want me to do, you would need to trust me enough to allow me to do those things. Do you think that’s something that you’d be able to handle?”

Crap. She hadn’t thought about all of that, and it frightened her. What if he couldn’t control any urges that he had? Or what if he was just saying nice stuff to get her to agree?

You can “what if” it to death, but unless you take a chance, you won’t know.

She was a grown-up, and she had the keys to her car. If he did something to her, she could leave at any time. It wasn’t like she was a child anymore. Gabby bit her bottom lip as she thought about it, and finally, she looked up into his kind eyes, and she knew her answer.

“Yes, I can handle it.”

Sean squeezed her tighter and continued to rock her gently.

“That’s my girl.”

His girl. Yeah, she liked the sound of that.

Sean made dinner while Gabby sat at the kitchen island and colored. When she finished coloring a picture of a dog, she ripped it out of the coloring book and held it up for Sean.

“Wow! That is a very purple dog. He’s so cute.”

She giggled, “It’s a she, silly. That’s why she’s purple.”

He grinned, took the picture from her, and immediately hung it on the refrigerator.

“You must really like dogs, huh?” he asked.

“Mmhmm. They are my favorite animals. And sloths. Oh, and cows. Well, pretty much anything furry, but dogs are my most favorite.”

Holy cow. Had she ever talked so much? It was like the words were just spilling out.

Sean chuckled, “Sloths are pretty funny, aren’t they?”

Gabby nodded as she searched for another picture to color.

“Have you ever had a dog? Besides Patches of course.”

“No.”

She felt herself tensing slightly at the question. She didn’t want to have to explain to Sean why she had never had a dog because that would open a whole can of worms, and then he would discover that he wanted nothing to do with her.

“I had a dog growing up. His name was Rusty, and he was a golden retriever. He would play fetch for hours.”

She giggled, “I love golden retrievers. I think they are my favorite. But I also like all the sad, ugly looking dogs because other people don’t love them as much, but just because they are ugly doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be loved. So I love them.”