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“Yeah. Prolly.” She shrugged. “But I still don’t have jammies anyway.”

“You could wear mine,” he offered. “They probably aren’t as cute as yours but they are clean and they are also really soft.”

She giggled and her eyes lit up. “You’d let me wear your jammies? All night long? What would you wear?”

“I have others. And I’d like knowing that even though we were apart you were wearing my jammies.”

“I think I’d like that too.”

“Okay, then. We have a plan. You know what that means don’t you?”

“What?”

“It’s bath time.” He started to walk toward the bathroom and Mariah stopped him.

“Wait!” she cried.

“What?” He turned to look at her, wondering why she wasn’t following him.

“I-it’s just… since Baze isn’t really my Daddy… I usually bathe myself. But now that you’re my Daddy… are you gonna wash me? The way Baze does for Luna?”

“I was planning on it. Is that going to be okay with you?”

“Yes! I think I would like that very much.” She skipped ahead of him into the bathroom and waited for him to catch up.

He started the water, and made sure the temperature was just right, and then focused his attention on helping her undress the rest of the way. “Arms up,” he instructed as he lifted her shirt over her head. He unhooked her bra and let her luscious breasts fall free. When she was standing in front of him, naked, he stopped and stared for a moment, taking it all in, thinking about their journey and just taking a second to be thankful that she was his.

Oblivious to his contemplative mood, Mariah skipped over to the tub and peered in. “Do you have any bubbles?” she asked hopefully.

“I don’t.”

“What about bath toys?”

He shook his head. “I don’t have those either. I didn’t know I was gonna end up with a Little girl so I don’t have any Little girl things. I’m going to need a lot of stuff. Maybe we could go shopping and pick out stuff together?”

“Okay!” Mariah accepted his answer easily. “It’s getting full, Daddy.”

“So it is.” He shut the water off and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Lifting her, he set her down in the tub, enjoying the squeal she gave when her well-spanked bottom hit the hard surface of the tub.

Mariah scowled. “Spankings and hard bottom tubs do not go well together, Daddy.”

“So I’ve heard. Guess you’ll just have to be a good girl.”

She sighed and then got serious. “I will be a good girl, Daddy, and I won’t push your boundaries. I won’t be dangerous, and I won’t fight punishments, but is it okay if I’m sometimes a little naughty? With my friends?”

Graham chuckled. Kaylie hadn’t had Little friends to get in trouble with and that should have been his first clue that something was wrong. Friendships were very important to Littles, and he’d enjoyed watching Mariah and her friends interact. “If that’s something you usually do, then I wouldn’t want it any other way, little one. I don’t want you to change yourself to please me, but I also want you to understand I won’t be changing myself either.”

Mariah nodded. “I wouldn’t want you to. You’re a really good Daddy. I could tell the first day I met you. I’m glad you’re mine.”

“I’m glad you’re mine too, little one. Now, let’s get you clean. I don’t want to make you late for bed and get you in trouble.”

He reached for a washcloth but Mariah was frowning. “What is it, little sousie?”

“Can I get in trouble with Baze?”

“Oh for sure. As long as you are still in his care, you can get in trouble with him. And, if you get in trouble with him, you’ll also be in trouble with me.”