Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Maybe he could come visit me sometimes. Maybe I could visit him.
I know those options aren’t reasonable, but I can’t think about the implications right now. I need to focus on the here and now and leave the future where it is.
By the time I’m in bed with my bottle and my bunny, I’m more relaxed than I was when this day started. Has it only been one day? Already I crave my Daddy’s touch so badly that I hope I don’t end up crying myself to sleep.
He’ll be here tomorrow. I can wait that long. I don’t even know when or why or how I started feeling such an urgency. I miss him so much. I don’t want to video chat with him anymore. I want him to come here and hold me.
He’s quick to answer again when I call the next time, and he’s so very sweet to read to me from last night’s book while I suck my formula. He glances at me often. I suspect he likes seeing me with the bottle. He watches me closely. I wonder if he’s as anxious to see me as I am to see him.
When the bottle’s gone, I pop the pacifier into my mouth and snuggle against my pillow to watch Daddy continue the book. It doesn’t last too long though. I fall asleep quickly. The last thing I remember is Daddy’s silly voice when he speaks for the kitten in the book. It made me giggle behind the binky, but my eyes were heavy, and I soon slid into unconsciousness.
Chapter Seven
I’m nearly in tears the next morning when I wake up. My tummy hurts. It’s probably from all that formula. My body isn’t used to it. I call Daddy.
“Hey there, Little bunny. Did you sleep well?”
I sniffle. “Yes, but now I don’t feel good, Daddy.” I curl onto my side and draw my knees up.
“You don’t feel well? What’s hurting?”
“My tummy.” I groan softly.
“When was the last time you went poopoo, sweet girl?”
I stiffen and try to think. “I don’t know.”
“Did you go yesterday?”
“No.” I would remember that. I would have had to change the diaper.
“Sometimes it’s hard for Little girls to use their diapers for number two, Little one. There’s some medicine in the box that will help you go potty. Can you get it?”
“Medicine?” I push myself up and lean over the side of the bed to look into the box where I’d set it on the floor. I rummage around in it until I find a bottle with several pills in it.
Wait… The pills are huge. No way could I swallow them. “These are weird, Daddy. Too big.”
“They don’t go in your mouth, Little bunny. They’re suppositories. They go in your bottom.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to do that, Daddy.”
“You can either do it yourself now, or you can wait for Daddy. Your choice.”
I drop the suppositories back into the box and groan. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sure you will too, after you get the medicine in you.”
I whimper, almost in tears. There’s no way I’m going to stick medicine up inside me. The only thing I can think of that would be worse is having Daddy do it.
“I’ll be there in a few hours, Little bunny. Try to relax. Let your body do its thing.”
I nod in agreement. It would be nice if I could just go before he gets here so I don’t have to worry about the giant stupid pills. The thought of them makes me cringe.
“Do you feel like taking a bottle, Petra?”
I shake my head. “No. My tummy is too angry.”
“Okay. Daddy will fix everything soon. Hang tight for me.”
“I don’t want to get out of bed, Daddy.”
“That’s okay Little bunny, but you’ll have to let me in when I get there.”
“There’s a key under the flowerpot on the edge of the patio.”
“That’s not very original, Petra, but I’ll find it. Just rest.”
After he disconnects, I curl into myself tighter and will my tummy to stop hurting. Eventually I fall back asleep.
The next thing I know, a hand is on my shoulder and the mattress dips. “Hey there, Little bunny. Daddy’s here.”
I switch from sleeping to nearly crying in seconds. I’m so glad to see him that I wriggle free of the covers and throw myself at him. Not my finest move, however, because my tummy protests, making me groan.
Daddy gives me a squeeze before easing me back onto my side. “I guess you still haven’t emptied your bowels, have you?”
“No. I don’t wanna.”
He smiles as he pulls the bottle of suppositories from the box and opens the lid.
I shake my head. “Don’t want those, Daddy.”
“I know, Little one, but you need them. You have to trust Daddy to take care of you in every way.” He shakes two giant pills out into his palm.