A month went by, things between us were perfect. Well we still bicker about minimal things, but hey, that's our thing. Therapies were going great. My nightmares have calmed down. But my parents still wanted me to go to my therapies.
"Sissy, guess what?" Belle asked me.
"What? I picked her up.
"I went to potty alone." She giggled. "Oh yeah, there's also water on the floor."
I made a run with her in my arms to the bathroom. "Belle, how did this happen?"
"I went to flush it and I guess I got the wrong one. I'm sorry." She said as she started to cry.
"It's fine. Let me call the plumber."
"Okay." She pouted while wiping her tears.
Our parents went on a romantic weekend getaway. Unholy souls.
After 20 minutes, the guy came to fix it.
"All done, your highness." He told me as
