“Do you want to have a bath with me?”
Beau smiled again. “I would love to get in with you. Do you think you can scoot forward and make some room?”
“Yes, Sir!” She started sliding forward in the large bath, sending bubbles over the side. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Fear flickered in her deep green eyes.
Placing a towel against the tub, Beau sent her an easy smile. “It will be okay. Daddy will clean it all up when we’re done. It was just an accident.”
He stood and started stripping off his clothes. His cock was hard and while he hoped that didn’t scare her, he knew this was just a part of their dynamic right now. He would always be aroused around her and his goal was never to hide it, but to help her be comfortable with it. Once he was nude, he stepped into the tub and settled into the water with her. She turned, sitting criss-cross-applesauce, so she could face him.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, baby.” He chuckled. Ducking his hands into the soapy mix, he lifted some of the suds and blew them in her direction.
“Snow!” she squealed.
“Well, if it’s snowing, we need to build a soapy snowman.”
“Yes!” she agreed, going to work stacking piles of foam onto each other. She stuck her tongue out in concentration as she patted the piles of bubbles together.
Beau knew, watching her in the sweet moment, that he was falling head over heels in love with Palmer. He was a goner. His life was never going to be the same because it was going to revolve around the sweetest Little girl. And he was absolutely thrilled with the realization.
Chapter Twelve
Palmer laid on Beau’s big bed while he dried her gently.
“All squeaky clean,” he teased, rubbing her skin with the soft towel.
“All clean,” Palmer agreed. Her words were a bit garbled around her pacifier, but Beau didn’t seem to mind.
“I’m going to grab your pajamas. You stay right here, okay?” Beau said, his eyebrow raised sternly. “I don’t want you to fall off the bed.”
Palmer nodded seriously. “Yes, Sir.”
She lay very still while Beau got her pajamas, taking her promise seriously.
He walked across the bedroom and grabbed her clothes.
“Good girl!” he praised when he came back to the bed and she was exactly where he left her.
His praise made her tummy give a little flip.
“I thought tonight we would do pink flamingo panties and a pink floral sleeper because Daddy loves how sweet you look in pink,” he said, sliding the training panties up her legs.
“Pink,” Palmer nodded, sucking on her pacifier. She really did like pink. “I think pink is my favorite color,” she admittedquietly. She still wasn’t sure, but she really liked that color the most.
“Yeah? It’s a good color,” Beau said, smiling.
Once her panties were in place, Beau reached for the lotion bottle. He squeezed a little into his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm it up.
“Cold, Daddy?” Palmer asked, frowning and drawing her arms up to cover her body.
“Are you asking if the lotion is cold, baby?” he asked. His brow wrinkled as he processed her words.
She nodded.
“No, Daddy warmed it with his hands first, do you want to feel?” he asked, holding his hands out for her.
She hesitated before tentatively reaching out and touching the lotion with her fingertips. “Is not cold,” she said, shaking her head.