Poor Shirley, at the age of ten, still felt like a baby to me. She was just so adorable, her red hair and pink clothing... I could just baby her to death!
"Hey, who's that in your arms?" Whitney crossed her arms.
"Oh, hi, Whyt," I replied. "Meet Shirley, a darling daughter..."
"Hmm... getting a new baby girl now that Drekketh's threatened your life?"
"Something like that."
Whitney smirked at the thought of the new pre-teen baby in his arms... my arms, no less... Maybe she was thinking she could be in MY arms, being babied...
"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong... somewhat. More like I'd baby YOU!"
"Oh."
I cradled the little girl and rocked her in my arms. I could tell that she was loving every minute of it.
So when I started to babble in baby language to her, she just giggled.
"Yes, you a cute little girl, yes you are!" I told her.
Whitney rolled her eyes. "Let me know when you're done playing daddy."
Shirley hadn't peed yet, so I knew she was holding it. I fed her by bottle not too long ago.
"Happy!" she cried. "Me so happy!"
"Awww..." I thought. She was a wonderful kid who behaved so well. I knew a real kid wouldn't behave this much, but she did.
Then I heard the splashing. She was wetting her diaper now. Need I go into details about that? I thought not.
I set her down and grabbed a clean diaper from the table so I could change her. Come to think of it, why wasn't she on the table?
After taking off the diaper and putting on a new one, I just threw the used one away. I could see Shirley was a bit tired.
"Time for your nap-nap," I told her.
"No! I'm not tired!" she said back.
"Well, daddy's gotta do some work... go play in your room honey."
"Okay, daddy."
I walked her to the bedroom where I knew she'd fall asleep soon enough after getting out a few toys. Her favorites were the baby dolls and legos.
When I left the room, she had out her changing table for her dolls.
I loved to play daddy for a girl as sweet as her. She giggled and felt happy inside. It's a wonderful feeling that we share so much with children...
"Hey," Whitney stopped me.
"What's up," I replied in a normal tone.
"Hey, author," Whitney called out. "Call me by my code name."
"I know, Sniper," I told her. "He doesn't seem to listen a lot."
"On to bigger business... Drekketh just passed his entry test, but he's not feeling well. Thanks to traumatizing effects, he's had to go back to the Forest Temple to recover. Hopefully, he'll be ready soon."
"Who gave him the test?" I asked.
"Boss Man, of course..."
I sighed, "Well, tell him to take it easy on him. Drekketh's gonna be really mad for a while."
"I heard he passed out."
"Love can do that to ya. Just know that it's not his weakness, but his strength."
