SEVEN
“Come on, Little pet, it’s time to wake up.” Daddy’s gentle voice fills my head. “Wake up for me. We have several things we need to talk about and do.”
I moan. “No.”
He chuckles. “Come on. I know you want to sleep more, but if you don’t wake up, you aren’t going to sleep tonight. We have a lot to do today.”
I crack my eyes open to see Daddy on the other side of the kennel door, a smile on his face.
“Are you cold?” Daddy asks as he looks at me.
I’m curled up in a ball, the blanket tightly wrapped around me.
“Yes,” I mumble.
A look of concern washes over his face. “Still?”
I nod to the best of my ability. I didn’t get amazing sleep because of how cold I was. No matter how tightly I wrapped the blanket around me, I couldn’t seem to keep the warmth in. Am I dying?
“Let’s get you out of there and into my arms to warm up,” he gently says.
I make no move to attempt to get out of the cage. My body feels sluggish and heavy.
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispers as he takes the top of the cage off. “You don’t have to cry.”
I slowly move my hand up to my face and realize that I am, indeed, crying. What is going on with me?
“I know you must be scared, but you’re going to be okay. Daddy is going to take care of everything.” He continues to explain in his calm voice. “I’m going to pick you up right now.”
And I allow him to, along with the blanket. I’m flush against his chest as he holds me close so I can nuzzle my face into his neck, taking several deep breaths.
“I’m going to warm up a bottle to see if drinking something warm helps,” he says as he starts moving around the room. “Have you used your diaper?”
My face flushes at his question.
“No?” Daddy pulls me away slightly before feeling my dry diaper. “Little pet, you should have filled it already. Are you feeling okay? Do we need to call Yamal?”
“I didn’t want to use it,” I mumble and look away from him.
Does he know how embarrassing it is to use a diaper after I’ve been going to the bathroom by myself for so long? It’s humiliating.
“You have to use it,” he reminds me.
“Don’t you have a bathroom I can use? Then you won’t have to worry about taking care of me in that way,” I practically beg.
Anything other than him changing my diaper would be better. Sure, the sound of him taking care of me is tempting. I’ve had to take care of myself for so long. But at the same time, I don’t want this. For him to clean me up after I use the diaper is not what I want. To be completely exposed and at his mercy.
No.
“You have two options, and neither one of them is using the same bathroom I do. It is not the right size to be used by a human,” Daddy explains. “Do you want to hear what the options are? I bet you really have to go to the bathroom right now.”
“Please?” I whisper.
Daddy gives me a small smile and runs his hands through my hair. “You can either use the diaper, or you can use a pee pad.”
“A what?” I ask.
“Perfect, you will be using the pee pad today.” A smile blossoms over his face as he walks back into the living room.
