The Obvious Question

03“Up ya go,” her Daddy said, patting her between her legs as she got up off the changing table, freshly diapered and running down the hallway to their bedroom.

It had been a long week of work and though their weekends were actually Tuesdays and Wednesdays as opposed to the usual, she and her Daddy never missed a single opportunity presented in their time together.

Tuesday afternoon seemed like an unusual time to go to the mall.  But since the Holidays were fast approaching, getting ahead on Christmas shopping was in order.

Slipping into her bib jean overalls, the BabyGirl looked down at her waist, seeing how her diaper shown with a slight bulkiness.  Her tummy became inundated with butterflies as she envisioned herself – waddling along side her Daddy and holding his hand as they walked through the mall.  Oh, how intoxicating of a thought.  And oh, how thrilling.

“You ready to go, Little Miss Crinkly?” her Daddy asked from the bedroom doorway, her tummy fluttering just a bit more from the name he called her.

She looked over her shoulder at her Daddy, her beautiful and glimmering eyes asking the obvious question.

“Yes, Baby,” her Daddy said sweetly.  “It does.”

And the BabyGirl smiled.


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