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Mariah made a shocked face. “Double trouble?” she whined. “How is that even fair?”

Graham soaped up the washcloth and slid it under the water. He began to wash her feet as he answered.

“Guess you’ll have to be extra good,” he teased, knowing that it was only temporary. If he had his way, she wouldn’t be under Baze’s care much longer. He wanted her all to himself.

Mariah puffed her lips into a pout and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll be good,” she agreed grudgingly.

“I knew you’d see it my way,” Graham teased as he continued washing her. He covered her legs, arms, stomach and chest, before taking careful care with her sweet pussy, making sure she was clean, without torturing either of them too much. When he touched her slit, she whimpered, arching her back.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

He could tell she had something on her mind.

“Yes, little sousie?”

“How Little was Kaylie? I mean… was she as Little as me?”

Ah. That’s where this was going. Finished with all but her hair, he leaned back on his heels regarding her seriously and answering honestly. “She was not. And while I found your Littleness intimidating at first, I’m looking forward to it. I love all of your sides. I like that we can work together as equals in the kitchen, but outside of the kitchen, I like that you are Littler than she was. I like that I know you’re going to let me take care of you in very special ways and rely on me in ways she never did. I think that you, my little sousie, are exactly what I never knew I always needed and wanted.”

His answer seemed to please her as she leaned against the back of the tub with a satisfied smile. “It’s time to wash my hair, Daddy. I’m a little girl, so I can’t do it myself.”

His chest swelled with pride, knowing exactly what she was doing. With Baze, he already knew that she took care of herself in a lot of ways including washing her own hair. But now, she was giving her independence over to him, and truly letting him be her Daddy.

“So you are, and so you can’t,” he agreed, reaching for the shampoo.

Mariah

As Graham’s fingers massaged her scalp, working the shampoo into a lather, Mariah relaxed and went over the day in her head. It had been a whirlwind of surprises and she couldn’t believe how the day was ending: with her having a Daddy of her very own.

Not just a daddy, but the perfect Daddy who valued all her sides, who was fair and direct and didn’t mind that she was a virgin, or that she wasn’t ready to change that.

Mariah wasn’t kidding herself though. Her pairing with Graham was different than Margo’s with Knox or Baze’s with Luna. She knew that if Baze would let her, she’d move in with Graham immediately. She’d miss her friends, but it felt right. And she knew that when and if Graham proposed, she’d say yes with no hesitation. He may have only been her Daddy for one day, but he’d been proving himself for weeks and she was head over heels in love with him.

“C’mon, little one,” Graham said gently, rubbing her shoulder. “It’s time to dry off and get jammies on.”

She hadn’t even noticed that he’d finished washing her hair. “Okay, Daddy,” she agreed sleepily as he took her hand and helped her out of the tub.

She stood tired and compliant as he dried her with a towel, and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed.

“We have your Pull-up and it’s still dry,” he informed her after returning from the bathroom with her discarded clothing. “I’ve never done this before, so bear with me.”

He helped her stand at the side of the bed, her hands on his shoulders as he knelt and worked her feet through the leg holes of her Pull-up diaper, pulling it up her legs and over her hips, until it settled around her waist. “This is fine for work, but you’re going to need real diapers for bedtime. And I need wipes and baby powder and all sorts of Little girl things.”

“We can go shopping,” Mariah offered, repeating his statement from earlier.

“Indeed we can and will,” he agreed. “How about after work tomorrow? I don’t want to make my Little girl go any longer than she has to without having the things she needs.”

Mariah didn’t point out that she had all the things she needed upstairs in the penthouse. She wanted to have them here, and be here, with her Daddy, as soon as possible.

“One last thing,” Graham said, pulling a drawer open and removing a burgundy- colored, two-piece pajama set. “Will this work?”

Mariah just smiled and nodded, letting him dress her. When she was fully covered with the soft fabric of her Daddy’s jammies hugging her body, she lifted her arms around his neck and let herself be pulled into his strong embrace. He carried her like a baby, through the room, down the hall, and into the elevator.

Her friends gasped and oohed and awed when he carried her down the hall to her bedroom, not putting her down until he lowered her onto her bed. Mariah buried her face in his neck and giggled at their surprise.

Jade was in bed already, reading a book, and she barely looked up when Mariah and Graham entered.

“Okay, little one. It’s time for bed. I wish you could sleep with me, but I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.” He peeled back the covers and gently laid her underneath them, pulling the blankets tightly around her shoulders and handing her Mario, the stuffed cow Baze had given her the night they’d met.