“What?” He sounds more alert now. “Does she have a fever?”
“No, she feels normal. Maybe she’s just exhausted and needs this rest? I think we should stay here another day to allow her to rest, and when she wakes up, we can get on with the journey.”
Aiden hums. “Or you could carry her to the car again. I bet she’ll wake up a little while and you can see what she wants.”
Sighing, I agree and hang up the phone.
“Mila.” I gently place a hand on her shoulder and shake it. “Can you wake up for me, Little One?”
“Hmm?” She rolls over and blinks her eyes open. “So sleepy. So warm. I don’t wanna move.”
“I’ve got a question for you. Can you listen to me for a couple of minutes?” I ask.
She stares at me with half-opened eyes, and my heart breaks. Maybe I should just allow her to sleep in the bed, and we can go later.
“What is it?” she asks, snuggling into her stuffy.
“It’s nine in the morning. Do you want to stay here so you can sleep, or do you want to sleep in the car while I drive?” I say slowly.
She blinks several times. “Car,” she mumbles.
“Do you want to go to the bathroom before we leave?”
She hums but continues to lie in bed. Chuckling, I help her sit up in bed, and she cracks her eyes open.
“Don’t wanna,” she whines. “But gotta pee.”
“Let’s go to the bathroom then,” I gently say.
“Uppies!” she demands, her eyes closed as she looks up at me.
I pick her up and walk to the bathroom, carefully setting her down on the ground.
“Okay, Little One. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and I’ll wait out in the room,” I suggest.
“Hold me,” she says.
“I still am,” I can’t help but smile at her.
But before I know it, Mila has pulled her pants and underwear down. My neck flushes as I gently help her sit down on the toilet and she immediately starts going to the bathroom. I look anywhere but her as she does her business.
She can’t be aware of what she is doing right now. If she was, she would be totally embarrassed and yelling at me to leave.
“Wipe me,” she demands.
“Little One,” I calmly say after a deep breath. “I can’t do that. You’re going to have to be a big girl and wipe yourself.”
Even though I’ve helped many Littles going to the bathroom before, Mila and I haven’t talked about this. There is no way I’m going to cross that boundary. Just being in the bathroom with her right now without previously talking if she was okay with it is crossing something.
“Don’t wanna,” she mumbles.
“Come on, Sweets. I’m helping you stay upright right now. Do you think you can wipe yourself for me? I’ll give you a treat,” I try to persuade her.
“Candy?” she asks.
“I’ll buy you some candy when we stop at a gas station. I just need you to wipe yourself first and pull up your bottoms,” I say.
“Okies!” she cheerfully says.
