He smiled gently. “No, baby, you’re too little to go potty by yourself. You need Daddy to clean you up and make sure you’re okay. You let go now. Unless you’d rather Daddy put you in diapers?”
She shook her head. She wasn’t ready for that yet.
“Do you need Daddy’s help?” Eliot asked.
Again, she shook her head. But Eliot turned on the tap, washing his hands and Addy found she could hold on no longer. With a loud sigh, she let go.
“Good girl,” Eliot praised her as she finished. He walked over and grabbed her hand as she reached for some toilet paper.
“Uh-uh,” he scolded, shaking his head. “Little girl’s don’t wipe themselves clean. Naughty girl.”
Addy blushed as he wiped her clean, making her stand so he could be very thorough.
She looked up as Dash stepped into the bathroom. “Breakfast’s ready. I brought some clothes for our little one.” He held out some bright pink panties with fairies on them and a little dress.
Eliot took the clothes with a murmur of thanks and kneeled before Addy.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, sweetie, while Daddy helps you into your panties.”
Addy did as she was told and looked down in delight at the pretty panties. “They got fairies on them, Daddy.”
Eliot smiled up at her. “Like them, do you?”
She nodded eagerly. He chuckled and she delighted in the sound of his pleasure.
“Well, we’ll have to get you some more then, won’t we?” He stood with the dress in his hand. “Arms up.”
Addy frowned. “Bra, Daddy.”
He shook his head. “Little girl’s don’t wear bra’s, honey.”
Addy raised her arms. She supposed he was right and it wasn’t like she had much in the breast department anyway. The dress fell over her head, reaching the top of her thighs.
“Come on, now, Papa’s got some breakfast for you.”
Dash and Eliot had talked about what they would like to be called should Addy ever decide to explore age play as part of their relationship. Eliot was Daddy. Dash was Papa.
Addy skipped happily, swinging Eliot’s hand. But as soon as they entered the kitchen, she let go and raced towards Dash, throwing her arms about his middle. He had to frantically lower the plates of food in his hands to the table before they spilled everywhere.
“Whoa there, little lady,” he said, reaching around to draw her up into his arms, resting her against his hip, like a real little girl. “You’re just full of energy this morning, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh. What’s for breakfast, Papa?”
“Some scrambled eggs and toast and juice.”
Dash sat her on a chair and placed a bib around her neck. “Papa, I don’t need this, I’m a big girl.”
“But I might,” Dash said with a grin as he spooned up some eggs and held them up to her mouth.
Addy took the forkful as Eliot sat, two cups of coffee in his hand. He set one beside his plate and Dash’s before sitting.
She frowned but took a bite of the toast Dash held up to her.
“I have coffee?” she asked.
Eliot smiled. “I don’t think so, little one. It’s cute that you’re trying to be big, but little girls don’t drink coffee.”
“Here’s some juice, sweetie,” Dash said, holding up her sipper cup.