#Chapter57
Holding my arms out, Daddy helped me stand before engulfing me with a towel.
/"Daddy?/" I muttered as Daddy led me back to the bedroom. My feeties made printies on the carpet.
/"Yes, Oz?/"
/"I wuv you./"
/"I love you, too./" Daddy paused his stride to gently pull my fingers out of my mouth. /"We're going to sleep in the guest room while the bed dries, so--/"
/"I sowwi./"
/"That's alright. I know you didn't mean it. Accidents happen sometimes. But that's okay./"
Daddy led me to the spare room and sat me on the bed. It was the same one I had sleepied in before. It wasn't as nice as Daddy's room. The walls were not blue, and they didn't have cool drawings on. But Daddy turned the lights on so no monsters could get me.
He dried me. He made me feel so warm and safe and happy. He even told me another story as he dried, before pulling the bed's blanket around me, replacing where the towel had once been.
