Picking her up

"Who is it, Paulette?" She heard her daddy ask from across the house.

"It's Stephanie," Paulette yelled back.

Paulette let out a squeak as Stephanie hooked her fingers into the crotch of her diaper. A playful smirk on her face as she affectionately squeezed Paulette's padded bottom, giving her a light peck on the lips as her father walked in.

"Good morning Steph. You're right on time."

"You know me, Sir," Stephanie replied. "Someone's gotta keep an eye on lil' Pauley here after all."

Paulette's father chuckled good-naturedly. "You can call me Sean, Stephanie. I don't need any of this 'sir' nonsense. It's the least I can do since you're keeping Paulette out of trouble."

Paulette giggled, nuzzling against Stephanie's shoulder. "Stephy, always so formal," she teased.

"Yes, si- Sean." Stephanie cleared her throat. "Paulette's still dry, so I think we should be good to go."

Paulette's father nodded, handing over a diaper bag. "Standard procedure, yeah? Call if you need anything. Let us know if she's going to stay the night with you. Else get her back for supper, mkay?"

"Yep, I know the drill." Stephanie took one of Paulette's hands, waving goodbye as she led her to a waiting car. Of course, Paulette was too big for a car seat, but Stephanie made a point of buckling her in anyways.