Daddy

You don't know what playmate means, but by the looks of the toys, you probably don't want to know. "Well, you've been calling me Daddy all night. Why stop now?"

Ashley's eyes light up. "I've always wanted a Daddy." Ashley grabs your hand and leads you inside. She takes you to the corner nearest to the front door where you see a wooden rocking chair. "Here's your seat, Daddy." You go ahead and sit down. You like how Ashley calls you Daddy.

Ashley sits in your lap. She's a little bit of a bigger girl, and a little big for your lap, but you squeeze in. Ashley sticks her thumb in her mouth, starts sucking, and closes her eyes. "Are you sleepy?" You ask.

"Mmm hmmm," she mutters before taking her thumb out of her mouth. "Can you get me a baba from the kitchen?"

'She wants me to give her a bottle?' you think to yourself. You pick her up and gently put her down on the floor. You go to the fridge in the kitchen to look for milk, but everything is at the bottom. Lots of baby food and some bottles already full of milk. You grab a bottle, go back and pick up Ashley. You sit back down in the rocking chair. Ashley nestles her head on your left arm and waits. You move the bottle to her face and she starts to suck down the bottle.

"This may be getting too creepy." You tell yourself. Ashley is cute, and this is such a nice change from your normal, boring life. You decide to just go with the flow.

Ashley nearly finishes her bottle when she pushes it away. She gets off your lap and begins to crawl on all fours towards a door that appears to be a closet. Ashley butt sways side to side and she waddles to her closet. You didn't notice it before because she was sitting down or walking next to you, but you can now clearly see the bottom of a diaper poking out of Ashley's dress. Ashley grabs something out of her closet.