Daisy Diapered Novels & Stories

This Made Daisy have to wipe the part of her shirt that was touched, because she didn’t want her expensive clothes to be contaminated with germs. “Huh, why do I have to go to this place? But if I don’t come here, of course I will always keep on curious,” she thought. Daisy turned left, into an alley, following the directions on a piece of paper from the Brighton housekeeper had given her. But just a few steps into the alley, something startled her. She saw a young man with black hair chopping meat, accompanied by a woman at her age serving customers. Daisy tried to wipe her eyes when she saw the scene in front of her.

She timidly asked me, "Do you think Daddy will like my gift?" I saw the dried-up clay in Daisy's fingernails that wouldn't be washed away even with scrubbing. With a heavy heart, I gently cleaned her hands. Noticing the tiny cuts on her delicate fingers, I patted her head and assured her, "Daddy's going to love it." Sure enough, Daisy's whole face lit up when she heard that. In truth, she wasn't naturally good at making clay figures. However, after spotting one on the shelf in Connor's study, she figured he liked them, so she started learning at her kindergarten.

DAISY The warm soft breeze wove through my loose curly strands, as they floated behind me. Hopes hair was in a neat pony tail, yet she still had clumps of hair slapping her in the face. Her tiny little lips were pressed together to blow away the strays in her mouth. She made an unattractive noise, it almost sounded similar to blowing a raspberry, as her face scrunched up in disgust. She earnt an amused look from me, and even a tiny laugh as I selfishly watched her try to overcome the wind. Eventually, I pulled the strands away from her face. She rewarded me with a huge, vibrant smile – eyes squinting as she attempted to look up at me – as well as a "Thank you mommy" from her sweet like candy

“How are you?” “I’m fine, Miss Daisy. How are you?” “I’m great,” Daisy replied, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.” Sabrina hesitated only a second. “Sure.” “I’ll reward you handsomely.” That sealed it. Daisy handed her a small object, no more than three inches tall. It looked like an ordinary decorative statue, the kind her father would never notice. Inside it, hidden perfectly, was a recording device with a two week lifespan.

They possessed striking resemblances to their mother, radiating charm and cuteness. The boy, dressed in casual attire, had a cool expression on his small face. Meanwhile, his sister, wearing a pink dress with her hair tied up in a ponytail, beamed with a wide smile on her adorable face. The boy noticed something falling from Daisy's belongings and complained in a small voice, urging her to walk more carefully.

Daisy had followed me, wide-eyed with curiosity. “What’s that, mommy?” she asked. “I don’t know,” I muttered, still too numb from the day to care much. She inched closer. “Can we open it?” I nodded, half-heartedly. She ripped the tape excitedly, and I stood behind her, arms folded on my chest. As the box flaps came open, I caught a glimpse of soft pink. Then something tumbled out. A llarge teddy bear, nearly half Daisy’s size, made in favorite color- pink.

Daisy's POV Nina and I went shopping for the baby. We bought all that was needed and what to use in decorating the nursery. Almost all the things we bought were pink in color. Nina said she had an instinct that it was going to be a girl. We decorated the nursery with Nadia and I couldn't help but cry. It was tears of joy. I was happy for the care Nina and Nadia were showering on my unborn baby. After we bought the things we needed, I pulled out my credit card to pay, even though I wasn't sure if my money was going to be enough but Nina wouldn't allow me to pay. She was indeed God-sent.