Second Chance

Lunch Date

So Daddy went to work this morning. He's been going in after lunch for the last few weeks but this is the first time he left before lunch. I guess his vacation time is over. Papa seems nervous today and I think it has something to do with Daddy being back at work. He was distracted at breakfast and I only got toast and fruit to eat. I wanted the eggs Daddy makes me. He adds cheese to them and they're fluffy. Don't get me wrong I love fruit and toast isn't bad but, I really like Daddy eggs. He gave me orange juice instead of apple, forgot to bring Wolfie down for breakfast and even mixed up my lotion and diaper cream. He smeared the cream all over my hands and legs and it took forever to wash it all off. That shit sucked. It's all tingly and crap. My arms and legs are still a little red. I mean I get it normally Daddy does all of this but he's done it too. And I know that Papa isn't Daddy and they do things differently, but this shit today is fucking ridiculous.

Wolfie we have got to do something to fix this before lunch. I'm not spending another meal without you and the good stuff Daddy gives us. Now how the fuck are we going to do that? Maybe if Daddy comes home it will fix Papa. So how do we get him here? Wait. Holy fuck Wolfie I got it. Lunch with Daddy. If we can get Papa to take us to Daddy's work I can get on his work computer. If I can get there then I can find out where stalker and the lady are. Then I can tell them and hopefully they can fix this shit. Plus I can get Daddy to give me the good stuff to eat. Two birds with one stone and all that crap.

Papa walks into the playroom and picks me up. "Hey little one. Papa's sorry that he mixed up your cream and lotion. How about we go to the park after lunch?" He sounds so hopeful.

"How about we visit Daddy at work? I need to use his work computer. We can visit Grandpa while we're there too. Wolfie wants to as well, see he's wagging his tail all happy like."

"Look at you babbling away. You really like the park don't you little one?"

"Yea." I do really like the park. Wolfie does too.

"Let's get you changed." He starts walking upstairs with me and Wolfie in tow.

"Let's go see Daddy first. Maybe bring him lunch?" Stupid babble. Fuck I wish I could talk at times like this.

"That's right. The park is fun. We can go on the swings and the slide. You really like the merry go round."

"No." I want to go to Daddy's work.

He looks at me like I've grown a second head. Yes I said no and yes it wasn't a mistake. "You don't want to go to the park?"

"No." Yeah I do. Just want to go after we visit Daddy. Fuck why is this so hard.

"So you do want to go to the park?" He seems unsure and I know it's my fault. Stupid fucking babble.

"Yea." I'll never say no to the park.

"So yes to the park. Then what's the no for?"

"I want to see Daddy! Fuck how hard is that to understand."

"Don't get mad little one. We can figure this out." He starts asking me all the things it could be, like if I want to go to the Zoo or a museum. Do I want to wear a dress or jeans? Would I like the park by Grandpa or by the water? And stupid shit like what what color cup I want with lunch. He goes on and on and I really could care less because he's never going to get it.

He finishes dressing me and sits me up to fix my hair. I kind of pulled most of it out of the ponytail at breakfast. It was a frustrating ordeal this morning. He makes sure to put me in long sleeves and long pants. I'm sure he doesn't want anyone seeing how red they still are. Not too worried about being in long sleeves in this weather, for some strange reason I haven't been able to keep warm since all of this stupid shit happened. If all babies go through this crap I feel sorry for them. No wonder they cry a lot.