Not So Little Boy (sequal to his little boy)

Chapter Eighteen- Period

Penelope's POV- next day

I woke up cramping bad. I sit up and feel wet.

Shit.

I look down between my legs and it's a mess. I start cursing but quietly so I could someone magically make this go away without daddy seeing it.

I get panicked and start crying as I have a towel over my spot.

"Baby" daddy pats where I'm supposed to be. He opens his eyes when he feels the towel, he looks at my legs, then lifts the towel, "shit"

"I-im sorry. I didn't know. I didnt mean to. I ruined it. I'm sorry. I'll clean it." I said crying.

"Shit baby no" he got up and grabbed my hand. "Its okay. It was an accident."

"I ruined it" I sobbed.

"Come on, lets go shower and get cleaned up" he said taking me to the shower. He took my shirt off and turned the shower on. "Hop in"

I just cried as I got in.
"Wash yourself clean, there's tampons under the sink. I'm gonna go change the sheets"

I washed myself thoroughly and got out instantly putting a tampon in.

I dried myself off and combed through my hair.

Daddy was scrubbing something on the bed, and the sheets were in the corner.

I looked at the clock and felt worse.
5:31am.

"All clean?" He asked. I nodded looking down. "It was an accident, baby."

"I'm always messing up your bed." I mumbled. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"No you won't." he finished scrubbing the bed and used my air dryer to dry it. He grabbed new sheets and made the bed. "lets get you dressed, youre shivering"

He grabbed one of his long sleeves shirts and slipped it on me, then a pair of his boxers.

"Get In bed"

"N-"

"get your ass in that bed, baby. you're not sleeping on no goddamn floor." he used my butt to hoist me on the bed. I winced.

He kissed my forehead.
"I'm not mad"

"Promise"

"Promise" he said kissing me. He bit my lip a little before climbing into bed.

****

I whined waking up. My tummy hurts.

Oliver patted my back and scratched it. I was laying against him while he scrolled through Instagram on his phone.

"Tummy" I mumbled.

"Your tummy?" He asked.

"Hurts" I frowned.

"Go potty. I'll get you some medicine." He said Patting my butt. I winced.

"Daddy it still hurts, stop touching it and hitting it!" I Yelled.

"Who are you yelling at?" he asked sternly.

"I said daddy"

"I suggest you go use the bathroom and having an attitude adjustment before you come back out" he said removing his arm from around me.

I got up and stomped to the bathroom. I closed the door and used the bathroom and washed my hands.

I opened the door and daddy looked at me. I still had my stank face on.
"Nope try again"