"Ready to talk now princess?" he asks me still fussing over me, over if I'm clean if I wetted myself without noticing and if I'm good to talk.
"Fine," I say sitting next to him on the sofa waiting for him to start talking.
"You know why I'm here now, and for how long I'm staying, I know you're a little and we have already established that you are my little baby," he keeps ongoing, he's right so far.
"But me nu want a daddy," I say again with a pout, a daddy means he's going to make me obey his rules, and he might s***k me again.
"You getting one sweetie, it's not an option anymore, but now we can live happily or not," he says giving me the option.
"I wanna be happy," I say, I won't choose the s******g road, that one hurt.
"That's good baby, you just need to obey rules, all littles ha
