CHAPTER 6 - NOT A GOOD DAY

"Let's go have a bath now, eh?" I can see that she absolutely doesn't want to have a bath but she says

nothing.

I take her to the bathroom in her room and sit her on the closed toilet seat while filling the bathtub.

She looks around nervously. After the tub is full, I go to her and open her pull-up.

"I.... Umm.... Can do.... Myself.... Please.... Don't rape.... Me.... " She is on the verge of tears.

I pull my hands back. "Hey hey! Niana. I will only open your clothes and help you have a bath baby

love. Okay? No need to cry sweetie. I'll be gentle and you'll love it."

Her eyes are filled up but she nods seeing no way out.

I slowly undress her and then put her in the bathtub. She relaxed after I filled it with colourful bubbles. I

helped her wash and she sort of relaxed by the time we are done.

I pick her up and wrap her in a huge towel before she can protest. And then wrap another one on her

head.

I carry her to the changing table and make her sit there while I pick out her clothes. I come back with a

tank top and a skirt and a diaper. No bras for my baby.

I gently push her back so that she lies down. I dry her body and then powder her. She is awfully quiet

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"No no! Please! Don't want that!" She screams and kicks me. That's the most reactive I have seen her

since yesterday and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's okay.... Hush little baby.... You need the diaper. We don't want you wetting yourself yes? "

"No! Please! Go away! I want to go home!!!" She screams and kicks and tries to push me back

obviously to no avail.

"Aww baby.... It's okay. Come here." I pull her in a hug and rub her back. She tries pushing me back

and hitting me. I let her. She is exhausted after some time.

"Shh.... Shh.... I know sweety. It's not easy being daddy's baby girl. Hush...."

She calms down after a bit when all the tears for the time being are out of her system.

I gently push her back and quickly tape the diaper up.

She cries again. I pick her up and bounce her on my arms and take her downstairs. I grab a bottle of

juice and sit in the living room with Ana in my arms.

I try to feed her the juice and she pushes it away.

"Baby love, drink up a little. I want you to dehydrate yourself with all the crying you have done."

"Please no! I hate you! I want to go home!" she kicks me again.

Ouch. That hurt more than it should.

"Shh.... Shh.... I know bug. Don't be scared. You are safe here. It's okay. It'll all be fine."

She is tired and scared.

"Drink this up baby, and then you can take a nap. I know you are tired." I try again.

She cries and kicks some more.

"Ana, I don't entertain such behaviour usually. You know I will punish you if you don't stop, right?"

She looks petrified and stops right away.

"Please don't drug me again. I'm sorry." She tells me trying not to cry again.

Hearing that made me want to shed my own tears.

"Baby.... Ana.... I would never.... Never drug you. Again."

She looks totally unconvinced, takes the bottle from my hand, and starts drinking the juice.

Should I be relieved or disappointed?

She soon falls asleep in my arms even after trying her hardest to stay awake.