I think daddy expected me to fall asleep again when he put me in my crib, but I wasn't that tired after having slept-in this morning.

  I didn't want to bother daddy by whining loudly and the baby monitor was off so that wouldn't help him hear that I had stopped crying.

  I had thought about it. Daddy would never love anybody more than me. Maybe equally, but never more, and I would never be replaced fully.

  And maybe daddy does like Noah like he likes me. But I already admitted I liked Noah like I like daddy so I'd be a hypocrite to misbehave on those thoughts.

  I curl up in a ball and pout, hoping daddy or Noah would come in to get me. I hate being up here alone and it's so cold in this room.

  I hear the door open and I look up and see Noah. I smile and hold my arms out to him. He smiled back, seeming happy to know I wasn't mad at him.

  Noah lifted me into his arms and started kissing me all over my face. I started to giggle. "Stop it," I laughed.

  Noah continued for a few seconds before he stopped. I wrapped my arms around him tighter as he carried me into the living room.

  I looked around and didn't see daddy. "Where's daddy?" I asked Noah.

  "He's in his room, working," Noah said.

  "Oh," I replied. Daddy always seemed to be working nowadays.

  "So what do you want to do little one?" Noah asked me.

  I shrugged. "Can we color together?" I asked him, looking hopeful.

  "Sure! I'll go get the crayons and coloring books," Noah responded. I smiled big when I realized he was actually going to color with me. Daddy always declined.

  Noah dropped two different notebooks in front of me, and set down a box of crayons.

  I opened the book that landed the closest to me, Lisa Frank, and found a cute kitten picture to color.

  I pulled the purple out of the crayon box and tried to stay in the lines as much as possible.

  "Let's both make Daddy a picture, okay?" Noah suggested.

  "Okay," I whispered, scribbling on my paper. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Noah started coloring a dog picture from the same coloring book with a red crayon.

  "When you're little, are you gonna call daddy daddy?" I asked curiously.

  "Maybe," Noah replied quickly, blushing.

  "What's maybe mean?" I asked.

  "It means it depends. Sometimes I call people daddy in little space. Sometimes I don't. My littlespaces range from a kid to a one year old," Noah explained.

  "Oh. My littlespaces range from a one year old to a five year old," I said. "Hey Noah? I kiss my daddy sometimes. Are you gonna be kissing him too?" I asked.

  Noah blushed and his eyes got wide. "Y-yeah probably," He replied. "Can I tell you something? You can't get mad," Noah told me.

  I nodded. "I've kissed your daddy before," he answered.

  "Okay," I said. "He hasn't kissed me in awhile," I said with a sad tone.

  "No?" Noah asked. I shook my head and pouted. Noah leaned in and quickly pecked my lips. "Better?" He asked.

I blushed and nodded, my lips tingling. "Tank ou," I whispered. Noah smiled and I could see he was blushing slightly as well.

"You're really cute, you know?" Noah asked me, putting his hand on my cheek. I flinched but smiled at him. My cheek was burning.

I dropped the crayon from my hand and leaned in and kissed Noah, deeper than just the peck he had given me. Noah moaned and pulled away, covering his mouth and blushing, embarrassed.

"S-sorry," Noah told me. "I... I shouldn't have done that..." he whispered.

"But you kiss daddy and daddy kisses me and daddy kisses you so it would make sense for you to kiss me," I blurted. I didn't want Noah to think he did anything wrong and I definitely didn't want Noah to stop kissing me.

"You're right. But maybe we should ask daddy first?" Noah suggested.

"You didn't ask me before you kissed my daddy," I sneered, crossing my arms over my chest.

Noah looked taken aback. He was searching for something to say but instead picked up a new crayon and started to color again.

I didn't feel bad, but I also did at the same time. I said nothing and picked up a blue crayon, coloring in the iris of the kitty.

"I'm gonna take a shower, you stay here little one," Noah said. I reached my arms up towards him. "What?" Noah asked me.

"Come wif?" I asked.

"To the ... shower?" Noah asked. I nodded. Noah went into the guest bedroom and asked daddy something.

"Sure," daddy replied. Noah came out into the living room and picked me up.

He set me down on the floor in front of the bathtub and started to strip. I sat there, staring at his chest.

Noah turned and caught me staring and blushed. "Can you not stare at me?" He asked. "Why aren't you taking off your clothes? Do I have to do everything for you?" He asked me, laughing.

I giggled. "I'm sorry, you just have a nice body," I whispered, embarrassed.

"Well thanks," he replied. "Now can you do it yourself or do you need help?" He asked me.

I pouted at him, silently asking him to help me. He walked across the tile floor and started to pull the warm pajamas off me.

He untaped the surprisingly dry diaper and tossed it into the trash.

He had seen me naked before so this was nothing too new but it was still nerve-wracking.

His eyes skimmed over my body, much like mine did his. I hid my face in my hands until he started to help me into the tub.

The difference between his staring at me and my staring at him was that I hadn't looked at anything but his chest and face. His eyes seemed to skim my whole body.

I heard the shower turn on, which made me flinch, but I just closed my eyes and let the feeling of Noah's hands rubbing soap into my hair overtake me.

I wrote the first half in 15 minutes before school and the second half on the way to the doctors and at the doctors. It's meh but i think there's some savagery and some fluff between Noah and September so yeahhhhhh. Enjoy! COMMENT VOTE AND FOLLOW ME 😛💕
Next chapter will be out later tonight or tomorrow if I am able to stay updating almost daily. Tomorrow I babysit so just a heads up in case the chapter doesn't get posted then.