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Chapter 5: Bonding Time

Ian's POV:

As we ascended the stairs, Sophie and Evelyn beside me, a complex mix of emotions churned within me. I was acutely aware of the potential enormity of a simple task like a bath in Sophie's eyes. My heart was set on transforming what could be a daunting experience into one of comfort and reassurance for her.

Upon reaching the bathroom, I carefully adjusted the water to ensure it was becoming warm, not too hot nor too cold. Turning back to Sophie, I couldn't help but notice her growing apprehension. It was almost tangible, the discomfort in her eyes speaking volumes of her feelings about undressing and the bath itself. Sensing her vulnerability, I called out softly for Evelyn, trusting in her ability to provide the gentle support that Sophie so clearly needed.

"Evelyn," I said, my voice low, laced with concealed concern, "Sophie seems a bit uneasy about the bath."

With her innate empathy, Evelyn approached Sophie and spoke in a voice filled with such tenderness and understanding that it never failed to move me. "Sophie, would you like some help with your bath? Ian can step outside, or I can join you, whatever makes you feel most comfortable."

Sophie's hesitant but trusting reply was a profound relief to me. "Want you... bath with me. 'En' can stay." Her broken English was a testament to her growing trust in us, a trust I valued immensely.

Stepping away momentarily, I gathered some fluffy towels and an assortment of playful bath toys. I hoped to transform the bath into a delightful experience for her. As I returned, the heartwarming scene before me – Sophie and Evelyn in the bubble-filled bath, their laughter a melodious symphony – filled the room with a light-hearted, joyful atmosphere. The earlier tension had melted away into a precious moment of pure joy and childlike delight.

Seated beside the bathtub, I handed Sophie a small toy boat, immersing myself in the moment with her. As I made splashing sounds and created imaginary waves, I watched intently as Sophie's initial apprehension had truly melted into a state of pure delight. Her laughter filled the room, a melodious sound that resonated deeply within me. It was a sound I hadn't realized I was longing to hear until that very moment.

After the bath, I carefully lifted Sophie out of the water, enveloping her in a fluffy towel that I had brought along. Holding her delicate frame in my arms, I was touched by her grateful smile, a silent expression of thanks that spoke louder than words ever could.

Carrying her out of the bathroom, I felt the warm and comforting aftermath of the bath surrounding us. I gently placed her on our bed, observing the sparkle of curiosity and newfound comfort in her eyes. Eager to maintain the cheerful atmosphere, I playfully tickled her belly, eliciting a cascade of giggles and laughter from her. The sound of her joyous laughter was a beautiful symphony in the otherwise serene room, infusing my heart with an indescribable sense of happiness and fulfillment.

"Now, Sophie," I began in a light yet informative tone, "we don't have any clothes that perfectly fit you for tonight. But look, I found this little crop top." I showed her the garment, hoping it would provide her with comfort and a sense of normalcy.

I then paused for a moment, knowing the next topic might be sensitive. "You also have the option of wearing a diaper tonight. It's the only thing we have that fits right now." As I spoke, I noticed the flicker of hesitation and uncertainty in her eyes.