"So, have you enjoyed the flight, Scootaloo?" I asked as we flew over a street near our home. My adopted daughter looked over at me, smiling happily.
"Totally! I always like spending time with you, dad," she beamed.
"Great; how's a shake sound before we head home?" I suggested, smiling back. Scoots' eyes grew to the size of softballs.
"You mean it?" she asked excitedly. I chuckled at the sight; Scootaloo was so cute when she got excited.
"Of course; Sonic's got them for half price after eight," I answered.
"Sweet! Thanks dad!" Scootaloo responded. Without further ado, we landed at the Sonic Drive-In near our home. I ordered both of us milkshakes, which we drank rather quickly. After throwing away her cup, Scootaloo turned to me with a smile.
"Thanks again dad; ready to fly home?" she asked.
"You're welcome, Scootaloo," I responded, scooping her up, "I think we can walk the rest of the way." Scoots certainly didn't object, hugging me as I carried her towards home. A short walk later, we arrived back at home. With AJ and Colin away for the weekend, we had the whole place to ourselves. That aside, it was almost Scoots' bedtime, so I immediately made her take a shower. I took one myself in the meantime, as flying made me quite sweaty.
Once we were both clean and ready for bed, Scootaloo and I met up in her room. As we headed for her bed to read a story, Tank- whom we were watching for Dash- bit onto Scoots' waistband and tugged her pants down. Scoots blushed profusely as her diaper was revealed, trying futilely to cover herself.
"Tank, no!" she cried, "Bad boy!"
"I think he wants you to take some pride in what you like, Scootaloo," I remarked, observing the quarrel.
"I-I guess he's right... I mean, there's no one else here, so I may as well enjoy it," she admitted. A smile returned to her face as she let her pants drop, Tank nuzzling against her affectionately. "Thanks boy."
"Now then, let's get that story read so you can go to bed," I continued. Nodding, Scootaloo climbed into her bed; now sporting only a t-shirt over her diaper. Smiling, I laid down alongside her and began reading a picture book about Daring Do. Scoots thoroughly enjoyed the story, but soon it was time for bed. Scoots climbed into my lap, hugging me as her diaper let out a muffled crinkle.
"Thanks for the story, dad. Good night," she remarked.
"You're welcome," I responded, hugging back, "Good night, Scootaloo." Turning out the light, I leaned back as Scoots began to drift off on my chest. Rolling onto my side, I wrapped an arm around her as she snuggled up to me. I couldn't help but smile as she lay there, cute as could be. This was the side of my daughter that I liked the best. "I love you, Sugarscoot."