The water was filled with bubbles, and smelled of strawberry bubble gum.

I giggled as Tilly tipped my head back, and gently poured water onto it.

Tilly carefully ran his soapy hands across my skin, sending tingles through me.

He delicately traced all of my scars, as he washed me. His hands roamed my body as he scrubbed the soap in, across my arms, across my chest, across my knees and legs.

He looked up at me as he reached my privates. A look, as if he was asking permission. He'd washed me before and I'd always said yes, so I said yes this time too.

He gently rubbed soap all over down there, and when he was done, started to dump more water on my body to reduce the remaining bubbles.

He poured some soap in my hair running his fingers through it and massaging it. It felt so good that I let out an unintentional moan, which caused Tyler to giggle, and kiss my forehead.

Eventually, the bath was over and Tilly helped me out. He laid me down on the cold tile, and taped a diaper on me.

He then helped me into my Pikachu onesie, ruffling my wet hair with my towel until it was tolerably dry. He then combed through it gently with his fingers.

He lifted me up into his arms and carried me into the living room, setting me down on the couch in front of the TV.

"What do you wanna watch, kiddo?" He asked me.

I pointed at SpongeBob. He clicked on SpongeBob, and a marathon of SpongeBob episodes started to play.

"When do you have to leave Tilly?" I asked him. He always left so quickly, to hang out with his girlfriend, or her kid.

"Not for awhile, Sephy," he replied, putting an arm around me so I could snuggle into his side.

Eventually I fell asleep to the sounds of SpongeBob repeatedly saying 'Im ready' as he strolled down the street to get to work.

***
I was still mostly asleep, but I was also awake. I kept my eyes shut tightly, as I moved my hand across the couch to find my dinosaur plushie.

And thank God I found it too. I would have thrown a fit if Tilly had forgotten to get my dinosaur plushie from my crib.

I hear faint whistling in the kitchen, and the stove going. I knew Tilly must have been making something.

I rolled over in my sleep, facing the inside of the couch. The movement revealed the wet diaper beneath me, which was uncomfortably cold.

I started to unconsciously whine, squirming around on the couch. I squinted at Tilly as he appeared in the living room doorway.

Tilly made his way over to me, and smiled at my grumpy face.

"Is little Sephy wet?" He teased. I kicked his leg with mine.

He lifted me up, in which I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and laid my head in the crook of his neck as he carried me to my room.

He laid me down on my changing table, and pulled out a new diaper. I was glad he wasn't trying to make me be big today.

He carefully undid the tabs, sliding the diaper out from under me and fixing me up with another diaper.

I kept my eyes shut tightly the whole time.

"Do you wanna stay in your onesie?" He asked me. I nodded, and made grabby hands at him.

He lifted me up, and I attached myself to him, letting my head settle into his neck, a place I found most comfortable for my head while being carried.

He carried me down the stairs, and set me in my highchair in the kitchen.

I started to kick my legs, as I watched him scoop Mac and cheese into a bowl. He then stuck a tiny spoon in it, and set it on the tray in front of me.

I happily scooped up the cheesy mess and started to spoon it into my mouth quickly, as he pulled out fruit punch from the fridge, and poured it into a sippy cup for me.

He set the sippy cup on my tray, and grabbed my wrist to stop me from spooning more Mac and cheese in my mouth.

"Slow down Sephy, I don't want you choking." Tilly said calmly, releasing my wrist only after I was done swallowing.

"Sorry Da-Tilly." I almost called him daddy. I had never almost called him daddy. Even in my littlest headspace.

These things were new to me and they scared me. First, I start getting all these odd tingles from his touch. Then I almost called him daddy. Then there were the times that I had the urge to lean forward and kiss him, curious as to what his lips would feel like on mine.

But one, he's not gay. He has a girlfriend and she has a kid. And two, I can't. He's my best friend. He's a caregiver to his girlfriend when she's in little space, I'm lucky he's even helping me. Hell, he'll probably end up leaving soon as well.

I reached out to grab my sippy cup and take a drink, and accidentally knocked it over. The cap came off, and the red spilled all over the wood.

Tilly turned around and his face dropped at the mess.

I started crying, because I hadn't meant to do it.

Tilly ran over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Sephy, it's okay. I'm not mad. Your okay. I'll get you some more," he kissed my forehead.

He picked up the sippy cup, refilling it, and putting the lid on tighter. He then handed it to me. I started to suck on it, as I watched Tilly start to try and wipe up the mess.

The wood was stained red.

"I'm sorry Tilly," I whined.

"It's okay Sephy, baby. I've got it cleaned up. The stain doesn't matter. I'm not mad," he assured me.

I nodded slowly as I looked at the sincere look in his eyes.

He sat at the other side of the table, finishing his own dinner.

I started to kick my feet gently, as I finished the last few scoops of Mac and cheese. I took a sip of my fruit punch, smiling as it cooled my throat.

A pain in my abdomen caused my smile to drop. It took alot for me not to squeal 'ow' every time the sharp pain made itself present in my lower stomach.

But I didn't want to bother Tilly yet. He was still eating. So I tried to muffle my whined.