Chapter 5
Pike gently bathed Dallas with the new baby soap he’d picked up at the Ranch store.
He’d been pleased to see all the items they’d purchased waiting for them when they’d gotten back from dinner.
His Little one yawned again and he checked his watch.
It was nine thirty pm back in their hometown of Strickland and they’d had an early start. Poor baby was exhausted.
He rinsed her body before pulling the stopper on the large tub.
“Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes, Bitty?”
“We need this baf at home.”
He laughed, delighting in her Little speak. “We do need this big bathtub at home! It’s much bigger than ours,” he agreed. They could both fit in their tub at home, but not without being a bit squished.
He grabbed a towel from the porcelain rack beside the tub and helped her stand before wrapping it around her.
He swung her in his arms causing her to giggle hard. “I’m really excited to get to know Teenie Tiny Dallas,” he said, meaning it with his entire heart.
“I think she’s going to be the coolest baby,” she proclaimed with a nod.
“The coolest,” he agreed before pressing loud kisses to her cheeks.
Pike carried her into the attached nursery and laid her on the padded changing table.
Lifting the straps, he clipped them around her belly before pulling them tight.
He knew Dallas was embarrassed because her face was flushed, but he leaned over her and took both her hands in his. “You’re doing a great job, Bitty.”
“It’s a little bit embarrassing,” she admitted.
“I know, baby, but there’s no reason to be. It’s just me and you.”
She nodded. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and pressed their noses together.
“Why are you feeling embarrassed?”
“What if people think I’m yucky cause I’m wearing a diaper?”
“Do you think Littles who wear diapers are yucky?”
Her eyes widened, “No, Daddy. That’s mean.”
“It’s mean to think Little ones who wear diapers are yucky?”
“Yas, huh.”
“If you think it’s mean to think that about someone, don’t you think others in the lifestyle will think it's mean too?”
She nodded.
“So do you think anyone is really going to think you’re yucky or do you think maybe you’re just nervous?”
“No, Daddy. You’re right. I was just nervous.”
He winked at her. “Daddy’s always right. But we’re at the most accepting place in the world, Bitty. Nobody is going to be unkind to you about your diapers, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“And if we decide that Baby Dallas likes diapers and wants to wear them all of the time, do you really think your friends would have an ick because of it?”
“No, Daddy. They want me to be happy,” she said, repeating his earlier words back to him.
“That’s right, Bitty. They just want you to be happy.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before straightening and grabbing two diapers. “Alright, baby. Do you want ghosts or bats?”
She tapped her chin as she thought, melting Pike’s heart. “Ghosties, Daddy.”
“Good choice!”
“Daddy, can Teefs has a diaper too, so her doesn’t feel left out?”
Pike didn’t miss the extra Little speak but didn’t comment in fear of embarrassing her. “We can try, Bitty. Daddy might have to cut one of yours into several pieces.”
“Das okay. Even if it doesn’t work. I fink she will be glad we tried.”
Absolutely precious. Pike’s heart ached from the tenderness he felt toward his precious Little girl.
He squeezed some of the diaper cream onto his finger and applied it to her bottom.
Her pussy was pink and glistening and even though his cock ached, he wouldn’t take her sexually tonight.
It had been a very long day for them both and he wanted Dallas well rested for her first full day at the Ranch tomorrow.
Not that he had much planned. It was going to just be a fun day for them.
Lifting her ankles in his big hand, he lifted her bottom off the mat and slid a soft diaper under her. The faint blush was back and covering all of her body, but he kept going like nothing different was happening.
After securing the tapes on the diaper, he patted her belly. “How does that feel, Bitty?”
“Good, Daddy.”
“It’s not pinchy anywhere?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Good. That’s what Daddy wanted to hear.” He grabbed the black snap-crotch onesie he’d had made for her and worked it over her head before unbuckling her and helping her sit up on the table.
“Is a zombie!” she squealed, running her hands over the embroidery.
“I thought you might like that one,” he said.
The onesie had a bright purple zombie with a zebra print hairbow stuck to her zombie curls.
It had been an odd request but the creator of the online shop hadn’t even hesitated when he’d ordered her spooky clothes.
He worked her arms into the garment before laying her back down and snapping it between her legs.
Once he was done, he picked her up, settling her onto his hip once more. Dallas decided she really liked being held like that.
He walked to the small kitchenette and pulled out a protein shake from the fridge. It was one Dallas was familiar with because he always had her drink one after her dinner. It was vanilla flavored and dairy free since dairy sometimes affected her asthma.
Reaching up, he pulled a bottle out of the cabinet. It was solid black, including the nipple. “It’s very hard to find spooky babas, Bitty, but Daddy did manage to find some black ones for you.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I loves it.”
Dallas was always so grateful for anything he purchased her and he was so humbled by her big heart.
“I’m glad you like it, baby.” With one hand he poured the protein shake into the bottle and screwed on the cap. It took some maneuvering, but the determined Daddy made it happen.
“Here, baby,” Pike said, reclining Dallas on his lap after he’d settled into the rocking chair in the nursery.
She opened her mouth and Pike slid the nipple inside. Dallas lifted her hands to try and take the bottle, but he shook his head. “Daddy’s got it, baby, you just relax and enjoy.”
Using his booted foot, he rocked them back and forth. Dallas lifted her hand and played with the stubble on his face, making him smile.
“You know, Daddy regrets never giving you a baba before, Bitty. I think this might be my new favorite part of the day.”
Dallas hummed her agreement around the bottle. She could get used to this.