The sky was clear, the sun shining brightly upon the earth. It was a perfect Easter Sunday. Her soft baby blue dress flitted around her small legs as she ran from bush to bush looking for hidden eggs. This was the first time she had ever gotten the chance to have a real Easter with family and friends, rather than sitting around the TV watching the children on her shows have the fun she only dreamed of. I couldn't help but stare at the beauty running around, my heart felt heavy with the happiness I could see radiating from her. Her deep brown curls bounced along her shoulders and framed her small, fragile face. She had eyes as sweet as chocolate and lips as pink as petals. It was almost gut-wrenching to think that others could imagine her in the ways that I tend to. No, she was a picture of innocence in every detail of the word, save for her mind. This is what made it hard for me; she had the body of a child no more than four, but her mind was older. She could understand and fully comprehend things that not even women my age could.
"Daddy," her little arms wrapped tightly around my leg as she looked up at me. She giggled as she tugged on my pants leg and twirled around me, "Look, Daddy, I'm a princess." Her smile was everything to me; she was everything to me. My sweet little love bug, my perfect little Princess. I reached down and scooped her into my arms, spinning her around for a short second longer, placing a small kiss on her head. She nuzzled her face into my chest and gripped my collar with her tiny hands.
"Yes, you are, you're my little Princess." Her hair smelled sweet, almost like honey, and she fit me perfectly. As if she had been made distinctly for her Daddy, but I knew better than to think that way.
The sound of everyone's voices mixed as we stood waiting for the other children to tire of their silly game. We watched as they laughed and recklessly ran around, Love bug giggling in my arms. It was getting dark by the time my brother yelled out, "Time to leave," making the children all whine and scoff. Love bug and I hugged everyone and watched as our family departed, leaving us alone. The moment their van was out of sight, she had stripped down to her dress liner, looking up at me, rubbing her eyes. She was so cute, it was delicious.
"Bath time, Daddy." She said, a hint of excitement hidden beneath her words. I smiled and nodded as I scooped her up into my arms again before heading into the house.
It was just Loli Bear and I; her mother had left me a few years ago and never once looked back, leaving me to raise her on my own. I had no hard feelings towards my ex. I was extremely happy with the way things were. Loli was mine and only, and she and I enjoyed our time together. Things were perfect, and my job made it easy for us, running APE. I could work from home and spend more than enough time with my little bear, and that was how I liked it.
I held Bear close as I sat on the toilet next to the tub; her little heart began to race as the water spewed from the faucet. She loved bath time, it was our fun time where nothing else mattered, no phone allowed, as said by my Bear, no work, all my attention was hers. She, herself, could be as hyper and bubbly as she wanted, and no one could look at her funny, not that many did, as she was too adorable for her own good. The bubbles rose as we watched patiently, and a burst of laughter erupted from deep within me as Bear scooped up a handful and placed them on her chin.
"Look, Daddy, I'm you," she stuck her chin out more prominently and smiled. I kissed her forehead, pausing above her lips as I pulled away. She wiggled her way out of my arms and stood in front of my knees, patiently waiting for me. I smiled and stood up, tossing my shirt into the hamper. The floor was already a little wet from the overspill of bubbles, and Bear was already making more of a mess. A wave of water splashed over the side, landing all over me as she slid into the steamy bubbles, bobbing up and down, giggling.
"Love bug, look at what a mess you've made," I pointed at the floor and my pants, now soaked through to the skin, and shook my head, "I'll be back, behave, little girl." Her eyes peered up, her head halfway looking down, and she grinned.
My room was cold, the air was on full blast, and the curtains were pulled tight. I ran my hand along the wall in search of the light switch. The lights buzzed on, letting me search for a pair of my favorite shorts. Hurriedly, I changed and rushed back to my little bear. As I approached the bathroom, I could hear her talking to someone. Confused, I peeked in and saw her staring at her little tub mirror. She was talking to herself, and even more, it was about me. I stood silent listening as she cooed about how pretty and sweet she was, and I almost let out a laugh when she thanked herself; it was too much, but I held out, waiting to hear my name again.
She stopped almost as if she had heard me, then continued. I watched as she stood, her body covered in bubbles, hiding everything from view, and turned in a half-circle and dropped back into the tub. She sighed loudly and rolled her eyes as she lay back. She seemed frustrated and anxious, but I couldn't move; my shorts were already rubbing me wrong, and I felt uneasy about the idea of how her tiny body had turned me on.
"DADDY!" she screamed, making me jump and smack my head into the frame. I burst into the room and smiled. She giggled and sank under the bubbles. It was almost too much for me. I wanted to touch her all over. I needed to stop, no, my thoughts were going to be the death of me and her.
"I'm back, bear. Are we ready to get out yet?" I waited a few minutes for her to pop back up and tell me, as always, no, but this time was different. She slowly rose from her bath, now standing in front of me naked and covered in hot, soapy bubbles. She was trying to kill me, or at least send me so far over I couldn't come back. I swallowed the lump I could feel rising in my throat and reached out to touch her. She smiled and gripped my hands, placing them on her hips. Her skin was so soft. I held them there, too afraid to move, but soon found the courage as she leaned closer to me. I sat on the edge of the tub and pulled her into my lap. The bubbles had begun to evaporate, and I could see the pinks of her nipples, hardened and screaming at me. She cooed my name in her sweet little voice, and I could sense an unspoken message behind it.
Her hand rested on the bulge in my pants, and I found myself breathless. Her lips froze above mine before her tongue ran across my bottom lip. She smiled and cocked her head smiling as she hopped off me and ran out of the bathroom. I sat still, dazed and confused. I wasn't sure if what happened had happened or if I was imagining it. I snapped back with the sound of something falling and crashing in the bedroom.
She was on my bed, naked legs crisscrossed, her tiny honeypot open and exposed. I could feel my mouth watering already and had to hold myself back from attacking her.