I pout as Kinny turns on the tv. "Why can't we go with mom and dad?" I whine.
"Because Mommy is sick and Daddy wants to take care of her. It's just for a few days," Leigh lifts up Carson. "But it's bedtime so start moving," she leads everyone upstairs.
I huff, crossing my arms and walking up behind her. "At least we're back home," I grumble harshly.
Meanwhile...
"Oh my God, you're crazy," Jason laughs as Nezther jumps on the bed.
She stops and extends her hands to him. "Come play with me, Daddy!" She giggles.
He gladly takes her hands in his, pulling her to her knees so she's face to face with him. "How about we go get some ice cream?" He smirks playfully.
Nezther gasps, "you mean it, Daddy? We can go get ice cream?"
"Of course, Princess," he pulls her to him so she's sitting on his hip. "Whoa," he stumbles a bit.
She frowns and fights to get off of him. He furrows his eyebrows as she slides on her shoes. "I's know I's fat. I's weight one hundred and thirty-six pounds now."
He grabs her waist and falls to the floor. Jason moves her into his lap to look at her. "You're not fat, baby," he kisses her nose gently. "You've just been going to the gym and getting all that muscle, see?" He squeezes her bicep. She flexes with a giggle. "Wow!" Jason exclaims, "my baby has bigger muscles than me!"
She gasps again, "that is not true, mister." He goes cross eyed as she taps his nose. The innocence in her makes her laugh loudly at this. "Do that again, Daddy," she mumbles.
He grins, crossing his eyes for her. Her laughs send him into a peaceful place he thought wasn't possible to access in life.
«» «» «»
"Look at my Daddy," Nezther sings, "he is so cute. Look at my Daddy, he is so cute."
Jason rolls over and wraps his arms around her tightly. "It's too early for your shenanigans," he mumbles against her neck. "Go back to sleep."
"But," she kisses his forehead. "Look at my Daddy, he is so cute. Look at my Daddy, he is so cute."
A sigh escapes Jason's lips. "How long have you been up for baby?" He sits up and pulls her into his lap.
She shrugs, "since you's got that," pointing to his morning wood made him blush. "Probably a whole day and a night."
"Did you eat anything?" He looks over at the candy rappers beside the bed.
She quickly pushes them off the side table. "Nope!" She places both legs on either side of his waist. "That means I's saved room to help you, Daddy."
"Oh shit," Jason grips the back of his wife's head as she goes down on him.
«» «Jason» «»
I walk out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. Nezther sits on the bed, crying with her knees against her chest. "Baby?" I try to get her attention. I drop the towel and slide on some briefs. "What's wrong, babygirl?" I glance at the phone sitting next to her. "Did someone say something to you?"
She shakes her head. "I-It's my fault," she sniffles.
I climb next to her. "What was? Can I look?" I pick up the phone.
"No!" She snatches it away from me. "I shouldn't have ever kept them." I watch over her shoulder as she opens her phone.
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"Oh my God," I stand up from the bed. "I-I did that? It got that bad?"
She nods slowly, deleting the photos along with several others. "That was the week before you left. You were so mad that I was sending you away. I couldn't walk for two weeks."
I back up until I hit the wall. "I don't even remember that. I'm a monster," I whisper.
She quickly wipes her eyes and comes over to me. "I-It wasn't you, Daddy," she sniffles. " 'Member? It was the bad man in your head."
"Can I hold you?" I outstretch my hands to her. "Are you scared of me? We can go home if you don't want to be alone with me. I understand, baby. Fuck, I can't believe I did that."
She shakes her head and crashes against my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist. "I's no scared of you no more, Daddy."
"No more? Oh my God. What the fuck is wrong with me?" I squeeze her tightly.
"Dada," she looks up at me expectantly. I lift her into my arms. "Dada, Dada."
I sit her on the bed again. "You my baby again? Hm?" I tuck her damp hair behind her ear. She grabs my hand and kisses the palm of it.
The palm that used to slap her across the face.
I yank my hand away without another thought. "Dada," she whines and takes my hand again. "Wove's you so big."
I climb into bed with her. "I love you more, Princess. Let's take a nappy, okay?"
She settles herself on my waist, tucking her head into my neck to sleep. "Nigh- night, Daddy," she kisses my neck.
"Goodnight, baby," I run my fingers through her hair. "Goodnight, my precious baby. Sweet dreams."
