It's been five days already and I daresay it's getting easier. I am not surprised by the highchair and the rubber ducks anymore and against my hopes I anticipate the bottles now. I love the bottles. But I am worried again. My crib and changing table has been delivered today and Steve is putting it together. Yes, I still can't bring myself to call him daddy and I still can't get inside whatever they call a headspace. He corrects me gently each time I call him Steve instead of daddy.
I am sitting on the carpet with some toys while I look at Steve trying to put together the crib. He is urging me to play but I cannot concentrate on playing and I am staring at him like he is putting together a rocket.
"What's up with you? Do you want something babygirl?"
I shake my head.
"Come, let's have a bottle. You are getting worked up."
"No, I don't want a bottle." I huff, cross my hands and pout.
"Why are you pouting?" He kisses my lips.
"I am not pouting." I tell him, still pouting.
"Come on, let's get you a bottle and some nap time and then we will play in the backyard, okay?"
"No, I don't want to play."
Steve sighs. I can see he is tired with all the work he is doing. I would have given him a blow job to relax him but apparently I am not allowed to do big girl things at all. He will spank me if I do. I don't fancy being spanked, thank you very much.
"Why are you being naughty? I would have found it really adorable but I am exhausted baby. Let me give you a bottle and then we will nap together."
"No! No! No!" I scream and throw a toy at him and run downstairs.
"Mila, don't run! You will fall and hurt yourself!" I hear him shout after me. I don't know what's gotten into me I run to the backyard and I see Steve running after me.
"Mila! Stop running and come here right now!" He is standing near the door, hands on hips, looking livid.
"No! Go away! I don't want to do this anymore!"
"Mila... " he warns.
"I don't want the crib and the changing table! I don't want to do this anymore!" I scream.
Why am I screaming?
"I hear you. Now come here." He says all solemn.
"Nooooo!!! Go away!" I scream and run again and before I know it I twist my leg and fall on my face.
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