Calesti POV.
“I don’t need a shower,” I say around my pacifier, I refuse to spit off, I like it, but Mr. daddy demon didn’t comment on it.
“Good thing you’re getting a bath and not a shower,” he answered me, making me pout now, I don’t want that or a shower, or any kind of water.
“Nu want it,” I whine again, we’re agreeing on most things, but showers and baths aren’t my things.
“You need to be clean before bed, you’ll sleep much better after a bath,” he said making me pout, even more, I plopped down on the floor in the bathroom.
“I’m clean,” I whine.
“No, you have juice all over your shirt, and mine,” he says shaking his head at me, he gave me juice after dinner, after I asked for it real nice, and he gave me a cup filled with juice, but then I wanted to be held when he tried holding me, I spilt the juice all over the two of us.
“Raise your hands,” he says taking my shirt off, and then my bottoms and finally the diaper, not that I was proud of that, but he got me un-potty trained in less than a day, which isn’t fair.
“You got toys waiting for you in the tub, you got duckies, and a boat, and a crab,” he says, I went to stand next to the tub, seeing the toys, okay, maybe they are interesting.
“Ready to go in?” he asks, I thought about it, and nodded my head yes, he tried to take the paci out of my mouth.
“Nu,” I whine trying to bite on it, wanting to keep it.
“Yes, take it off, you’ll get a clean one after you get clean,” he says, finally managing to get it out of my mouth, and placing me in the tub. I started to play with the toys, I didn’t try to make them move on their own this time, instead, I moved them and played with them the good old way.
He washed my hair and body, scrubbing me clean, I didn’t mind the cleaning part, but when he tried to wash my face, I whined, pushing his hand away from my face.
“Time to get out,” he says after a while of me playing, but I wasn’t done playing, I shook my head no.
“Sweetie, the water is cold, you’ll get sick,” he says, but I ignored him still playing.
“Out you go,” he says finally getting me out of the water with me whining the whole time, he brushed my hair and dressed me again, this time it was a footie jammy, covering me from top to feet, keeping me warm.
“You want me to read you a story?” he asks, I nodded yes, and he sat in a rocking chair and started to read the story, it was a story meant for littles like me, about a princess and her daddy, I was almost asleep by the end of it, almost.
When he tried to put me in the crib, I screamed wanting out, what of the evil teddy comes back to hurt me, I don’t want to sleep in here.
“Calesti, you just love screaming, but daddy only understands words, use your words,” he says holding me back up.
“Nu sleep here, the evil teddy!” I say with tears coming down my face, he moved to the bathroom again, wiped my face clean and got a new clean pacifier for me.
“Where do you want to sleep?” he asks me instead, he’s good with using his words, while I’m better with whining and shrugging.
“Should we try the crib again,” he says, I shook my head no, anywhere but there.
“No, then how about you just sleep in my bed? I’ll keep you close and safe from the evil teddy, god knows whose fault was that” he mumbles the last words, it’s not my fault.
He moves to his room, it was the first time I went into his room, it wasn’t anything like mine, mine was filled with pastel colours and toys, his room was dark, and the bed was giant compared to my small crib, his room was much scarier than mine.
He placed me in his bed, his giant bed, and he placed me right in the middle, I was happy about this new sleeping arrangement, I started to roll around, and he got in the bed next to me, and he pulled me toward him, hugging me, but I was awake.
“Sleep baby,” he says, but I was fully awake, I shook my head no.
“You want milk?” he offers, I nodded, but I’ll try not to spill it on him, he left me alone on the bed and went to get the milk, I kept on turning around, expecting him to get me a glass of milk, but instead he came back with a bottle, a baby bottle.
“Bottwe?” I ask him.
“Yes, a bottle for the baby,” he says, pulling me toward him, he sat me in his lap and placed it against my mouth, it tasted sweet, like honey, I drank the whole thing falling alseep.