Call Me Sir, Minister

Chapter 4

When he opened his eyes again, he realized it was morning and he hadn't had a nightmare. He looked down at the woman asleep on his chest and brushed her hair back from her face. Seeing her so peaceful, he smiled. Knowing he needed to get up and make breakfast before she had to leave for work, he carefully moved her onto her pillow and quietly rolled out of bed and left the room. He knew she probably wouldn't be able to eat much so he made her something light that would keep her full for a while: porridge, bacon and eggs. He made her tea as well and put plates, utensils, saucers and teacups on the table. When he went back to check on the food, he heard her moving. Looking up, he saw her rubbing her eyes and yawning while still wearing his shirt that came down to her mid-thighs and covered her hands. He chuckled at how cute she was.

"Daddy where you go? I wake up and you no there."

His eyes widened. Hermione was really little right now. Did she know she could regress so much? "I'm sorry Princess. Daddy wanted to make you food so he could fill your little tummy." He walked over and picked her up, sitting her on the counter.

"Otay, Daddy. I thought you leaved. What Daddy making?"

He smiled. "I'd never leave you baby. I made you some porridge, bacon, eggs and tea."

"No. No want tea. I want juice."

"Okay, but how do you ask for it?"

"Pwease Daddy. Princess have juice?"

He chuckled. "Of course. I'll have to get you a princess plate, cup and utensils, but for now, can you be a big girl and use grown up stuff?"

She nodded eagerly. "I big girl Daddy. I this many." She held up 4 fingers making him grin.

"You're 4?"

"No silly Daddy. I fwee."

"I see, well do you think after breakfast you can let big Hermione come back? I need to talk to her and she needs to go to work so she can help people."

Her bottom lip trembled. "Daddy no like wittle Mione?"

"Oh baby. I love you just as much as big Hermione. It's just that I need big Hermione to help me with some things at work and I know they would bore you."

She sniffed, but smiled. "Otay, Daddy. I eats now?"

He laughed. "Yes, Princess. Can you get to the table like a good little girl for me?" She nodded and ran to the table, pulling out her chair. "Walk."

"Sowwy, Daddy."

"It's okay. I just don't want you to get hurt."

She smiled as he gave her her breakfast, but she waited for him. Once he gave her her juice and sat down she began to eat. She ate all of her food and when she finished, she drank her juice and smiled big up at him. "I do good Daddy?"

He was surprised, but pleasantly so. "Yes baby. You did very good. I'm so proud of you." He went over to her and kissed her head. "Can you let big Hermione come back now and maybe I'll see you tonight with a surprise."

She squealed excitedly. "Otay Daddy. I wuv you. See you waiter (later)."

Suddenly she blinked a few times. "Hermione?"

"Yea. How did I get here? Last thing I remember was cuddling with you."

"I'm not surprised. You must have needed the break, because little you came out this morning, but do you know how young you regress?"

She shrugged. "The youngest is 8."

He smiled. "Not anymore. Your little self this morning was 3. I think it's because you finally feel safe enough to not need to take care of yourself."