Page 13 of Willa’s Weddings

When our lunch was ready, I went back to check on her. I wasn’t surprised to find the onesie on the floor and Willa’s head hanging off the back of the bed. How she’d gotten turned around and naked in twenty minutes was beyond me, but I kneeled in front of her and traced a finger along her jaw. “Hey, sleeping beauty. Ready for lunch?”

She inhaled deeply and then yawned. “Lunch?”

“Yep. Nuggets and noodles.” I kissed her cheek then pulled her into my arms so she was sitting on my lap. “And a tiny bit of broccoli.”

One eye peeked open. “How tiny?”

“Very tiny.” I held my forefinger and thumb about an inch apart. “This much…times ten.”

She cringed and pulled back. “Not ten. Times one.”

“We’ll see.” I stood up and pulled her to her feet. “You wanna put on some clothes to eat?”

She looked down at her breasts and then back at me. “Nope.”

“Works for me.”

Her diaper crinkled as she walked and I was tempted to take a photo. She was the sweetest girl I’d ever seen, especially walking down the hall in nothing but bedhead and a dry diaper.

At the table, I mostly watched her eat, fascinated by the way she carefully alternated between dipping her nuggets into a pool of ketchup on one bite and then eating the next one without. She was definitely an enigma.

“No juice box?” She looked at me with a mouth full of mac and cheese.

“Did you finish your milk?” I tipped her cup toward me so I could see if it was empty. It was. “Good girl. Do you want apple or grape?”

“Grape, please.”

I grabbed one from the fridge and carefully pushed the bendy straw through the hole. “Just one so don’t inhale it.”

She smirked and proceeded to suck every drop of juice and air out of the box in a single pull. “All done.”

“Brat.” I chuckled and tapped the side of her plate. “Finish up so we can watch a movie.”

When she was finished, she held up her empty plate for inspection. “I ate all the trees. Happy?”

“I’m very happy that you ate your veggies.” I took the plate and the rest of her dishes. “How about you pick a movie while I clean up.”

“Okay.” She wiped her hands on her bare thighs before I could stop her then hopped off the couch.

Well, maybe she’d get her relaxing bubble bath afterall.

Later. We needed some cuddle time first.

Willa chose a Minions movie, so after loading the dishwasher, I lay on the couch and held my arm open for her. She positioned her small body in front of me, pressing her padded bottom against my dick in the most innocently erotic way. And when my arm wrapped around her side and landed on a bare tit, I was instantly hard.

Could this really be my life? It was all too perfect.

At least until my phone started buzzing.

I rarely got calls on the weekend unless there was an emergency but when I did, I couldn’t ignore it. A severe storm had caused some flooding a few counties over and hundreds of homes were damaged, which meant thousands of people might be unhoused. My company had a contract with the state to send a team onsite to be available for the duration of the cleanup effort. Sometimes that took a few days, and sometimes it took months. For a flood, I didn’t expect to be gone for more than a few days but leaving Willa for even a few minutes felt like torture.

“I have some bad news, Willa.” I turned off the movie and sat up to make sure she was fully focused on our grown up conversation.

“What’s wrong?” She held my hands and looked into my eyes, probably thinking someone had died.

“I have to go outta town for work. It’ll probably just be a few days but I need to go now. There’s an emergency down in Blue Bell County.

Her lower lip popped out and I couldn’t resist pulling her into my arms. “A few days?”