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Daddy is being weird today.

Can you believe he chose to cuddle me all the way to the bedroom where Taddy was still in bed?

Taddy was being really lazy coz it wasn't early either.

We were all up.

Taddy wanted me near and I was curious to see what he had so I curled up on the bed to peek in the bundle he was holding.

I peered into the folds as Taddy cooed and I saw a little face looking back.

This is why Daddy and Taddy were too busy for me today? Er … I mean us?

It was a baby.

A wrinkly, smelly little screwed up face that looked like one of the babies the slaves always carried about, cooing and slapping them to their breasts. Even Aunt Tosh made prettier ones than this.

As if knowing what I was thinking Taddy assured me that he would look pretty tomorrow, all babies look screwed up at first coz they had to be mooshed up to be born.

That's messed up.

I peered again and wondered what they were thinking, like we really needed one?

I thought I had made myself clear.

Then Daddy said I was his little princess and nobody could ever be prettier than me, I decided to let it go. Daddy was right, trust him to see reason in this madness.

After all, they could always have one of the slave ones for the afternoon or something and they seemed happy enough to share.

No.

It would just have to go back.

When I said so, Taddy looked so sad and Daddy just laughed as he scooped me up and we went to play.

Daddy played with me all afternoon, from dancing in the great hall and running in the long grass outside.

Then me and Daddy had high tea in the good room with little sandwiches that were so cute.

Then I fell asleep in Daddy's lap while he was reading some papers, his big hand rubbing my back in soft circles.

People don't know he does this, they think he only likes my idiot brother but that's coz he hides me. I know I am special and so important that someone might pinch me and steal me away.

Grandy said so.

Taddy has bad dreams about losing us.

Poor Taddy, he should know by now that Daddy will always save us.

The Turd had to stay with Taddy and the mini turd. Not that he minded, being such a sook.

At bedtime he gushed that he had been allowed to hold it, even got to help change its stinky bum.

Gross.

I'm not having gone of those.

I want a doggie when I grow up, a horsie and maybe even a dragon.

Or a unicorn.

I haven't decided.

Taddy has one.

After all, I am a princess.

Daddy said so!