With Nowhere to Go, But Up (Part One of Two)

(At Esperanza’s Request)

What a sight to behold, and given the current circumstances, it all made sense to her.  Seeing her Daddy crawling around on the kitchen floor while acting like a cat was hysterical.  She laughed so hard her pacifier fell from her lips onto the tray in front of her.

She sat in a high chair in the middle of the kitchen.  This may have seemed like an odd place for a girl of 23 years of age to be, almost as much out-of-place as it was odd.  But for her, the greatest bit of truth was how befitting was.

It seemed so long ago that she met him, though it had only been a year.  But in that year, she had become his little, his BabyGirl and my oh my was she tailor-made to melt hearts.

Perhaps it was that the off-the-beaten path connection she and her Daddy had with each other that made it so special.  For it was he: her lover, her protector and her creator of dreams who had found a way to touch a little place deep inside her heart so sacred to her that she shielded it from the world to protect it herself until the day she found the Daddy who would protect it for her.

That day had arrived, a year ago when they met.  And for as much as it had begun as an exploration into the fetishes of their souls, it had become the bond which made them a pair of soul mates destined to meet, fall in love and fall into life together.

Sitting in a high chair in the middle of the kitchen, she watched her Daddy imitating different animals on the floor, each at her request.  She delighted and clapped at his silliness.  He wasn’t just a passionate lover.  He was a dream weaver and a most unlikely find.  Yet still, here he was: the part of her life that had become her whole life and he was all hers.

He was her Daddy and she was his BabyGirl.  And with hearts to the sky, there was nowhere to go, but up …

The microwave dinged its completion of cooking and her Daddy stood to his feet, licking the back of his hands like a cat and pretending to wash his hair with them.  She continued laughing at him, bouncing up and down in the high chair as she clapped her hands again.

Her Daddy took the bowl from the microwave and put it in the freezer above  the refrigerator to cool down.  This gesture made her emotions even more little, knowing he didn’t want the food he placed in front of her to burn her mouth or her fingers.  With no silverware in sight, she was sure she’d be eating dinner with her fingers tonight.

Shyness filled her, as it often did when the little feeling took a stronger effect on her heart.  She lowered her chin and looked down at her appearance.

From her peripheral vision, she could see the tips of her pigtails, gathered on the sides of her head.   Being a girl, she had many different hairstyles she kept, but it was the pigtails which the little girl inside her adored the most, especially when her Daddy made them for her, tying them up with ribbons such as the blue ones she adorned presently.  Pigtails also kept her hair out of the way.  Her Daddy always put her hair up like that before the high chair meals.  This was always his attempt at getting her to eat her dinner more than wear it.

Tied around her neck and covering her front was a white bib with pink edging.  Pink, of course was her favorite color and the picture of Hello Kitty on the front of the bib made her happy.  Without the bib, she would be naked up there.

Looking at her waist, she saw the Bellisimo Bambino diaper he had dressed her in earlier.  This was newest kind of Bambino diaper and, from her few experiences with it since the box arrived in the mail yesterday, she was happy that they still kept the softness of the other kinds while holding her tinkles a little better.  This was particularly important since she had grown accustomed to wetting without warning.  And it was even more important just then, since she would soon need a change. 

Her legs were bare as were her feet which she stuck straight out, wiggling her piddies and admiring the nail polish she had just put on them last night.

Her mind came back to the moment as she watched her Daddy take the bowl out of the freezer and set it next to the two other bowls on the counter he had prepared for her previously.  Taking a fork to the contents of each bowl, he mixed them up one last bit before placing the bowls on the tray in front of her.

The first bowl had a small heaping amount of macaroni-n-cheese (the yellow kind, not the orange kind).  No doubt, the amount in the bowl he based on how much of it she had actually eaten in the past endeavors to do so.

The second bowl was filled to the top with steaming broccoli, sitting in a small pool of butter and covered with a layer of Velveeta cheese (the orange kind, not the yellow kind).  This bowl was filled fully in an attempt to get her to eat her vegetables, something she had blatantly refused in the past.  But smothered in cheese and butter, this bowl of broccoli wouldn’t last her long at all.

The third bowl had chunks of white chicken which he had pulled from the breast bone and chopped into tiny bite-sized chunks.  Also resting in butter, she delighted in being given a meat she actually liked.  Meat wasn’t really her thing, but she ate it when her Daddy said to.  After all, Daddy knew best and she was just a BabyGirl.

Her eyes grew wide at the feast in front of her.  It was three dishes which she could combine into one pile and eat as a mixture because they all went together so well.  She plunged her fingers into the mac-n-cheese, determined to mix all her food together, one way or another.  He scooted the high chair around to face the table so he could tend to the mess she would certainly be creating before long, but he didn’t scoot the high chair close enough to the table or the counter edge for her feet or hands to be able to contact.  Learning from the past, he needed to keep everything just out of her reach, for sake of the mess spreading elsewhere.

She took her fingers out of the macaroni, licking the cheese off them as he set her sippy cup of apple juice next to her pacifier on the tray.

Picking up a cheesy broccoli chunk, she stuck it into the macaroni, picking up more cheese and a few noodles.  She then garnished the top of it with some chicken bites and then put the whole thing in her mouth, chomping down on the mouthful. 

She looked up at the kitchen table, and for the first time, noticed it had been set for two.  Cocking her head to the side, she swallowed the first mouthful of dinner before attending to the cheese on her lips with her tongue.

Why had her Daddy set the table for two? 

Just then, a knock came at the front door.  She looked at the door, staring at the silhouette standing behind the curtain.  While in little space with her thoughts, her heart began racing.  She was sitting in a high chair with a messy face and hands, wearing a bib and a diaper.

Her Daddy opened the front door and instantly she began wetting her diaper.

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Continue on to Part Two