My Perfect Day

Chapter 1
My Perfect Day part 1

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Chapter Description: Part 1 of 3 of a story where my birthday wish comes true

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The Perfect Day (part 1)

I woke up to the sounds of your light snoring. Light was streaming through the semi-closed curtains and I could see the crisp blueness of the october sky. I knew it was going to be chilly outside, but under the duvet it was warm. For a split second I had that gut wrenching feeling that I was going to have to get up and go to work, but quickly my brain woke up and reminded me that not only was it a saturday but it was my birthday as well. I rolled over slightly and snuggled into your back, debating with myself whether to jump all over you to wake you up or to let you sleep. I knew I was in desperate need of a nappy change,but you just looked so peaceful snoring gently to yourself, I almost couldnt bring myself to wake you. Almost.

Very gently I clambered onto you trying not to wake you up just yet. Once I was in position I tickled your sides, knowing it was evil of me to tickle you awake and laughing mischieviously as I did so.

"Wake up Wake up Now Now NOW its 8 o clock Now NOW NOW"

You woke up and easily squirmed out of my way, rolling me over and pinning both of my hands easily to the bed with one of your own.

"now what have I told you young lady about tickling." You say with mock sterness.

"I, dunno. I forgetted"

"I’ll just have to remind you then shall I"

I shake my head grinning knowing whats coming but unable to get away. you pull up my pink t-shirt and blow on my tummy causing me to burst into raptures of infectious laughter. I squirm trying to free myself but you’re a lot stronger than me and I can’t escape. You continue to blow on my tummy and tickle me until im breathless and can’t beg anymore because i’m laughing so hard. You stop tickling me and look at me suddenly with seriousness in your eyes.

"oh no"

My heart sinks, I recognise that tone and I quickly check the bed, sure enough my nappy had leaked and the sheets are wet. I hate it when that happens and instantly im apologetic.

"Oh i’m sorry, i’m really sorry. I’ll sort it out."

You can see i’m distressed and as I clamber to get out of the bed, you pull me into you. Holding my head gently against your chest,

"It’s okay poppet, it’s not your fault, thats what little girls do, thats why we put you in nappies."

I feel so small now, i’m no longer the 24 year old with a job and credit cards but the 18 month old whose dependant on her daddy to look after her and make her feel safe. I shiver from the dampness around me.

"But i try an be a big gurl, an it dunt wurk"

You stroke my hair, "Shhh its okay my poppet one day you’ll be all grown up but for now you can be my special little girl"

I relax into you and allow you to cradle me for a little while. then I struggle against you to look into your face. My eyes defiant

"but i am biger today, its my burfday im a whole two"

Your paternal smile quickly vanishes into mock surprise. "Your birthday *gasps* But noone told me! We’ll just have to cancel it this year."

Fear crosses my face. "Nononono" My bottom lip trembles dangerously and you, unable to keep a straight face at my pouting, ruffle my hair and laugh.

"It’s okay I’m just joking. I have a very special present for you Sam." You using my adult name snaps me out of my little sammy mode and I look at you curiously as you pull open a drawer in the dresser and produce a box. You hand it to me and I hold it for a moment, it feels quite light. You motion for me to open it and so I do. inside are four cookies.

"you baked these for me? thats so sweet"

I’d never actually seen you bake before, other than those easy cupcake mixes that we do sometimes together as daddy and daughter.

You are shaking your head and i tilt my head curiously at you.

"these were really difficult to get hold of, theyre wish buns. If you eat one a wish will come true for an entire day. they never go stale so you can eat one today and save the other three for whenever you need them."

I look at you with sceptisim. maybe as my inner child persona sammy I would have believed but as sam I knew that magic didnt exist no matter how much I wanted it to.

Undeterred by my looks of disbelief you continue.

"I thought maybe you could eat one and wish to be small for the day, then I could take you out to play and for a picnic".

It was one of my fondest desires to really be a two year old, to beable to go out and play in the playground without getting the odd stare from passerbys, to beable to go shopping in the supermarket and sit in the trolley. to play with other kids and have no responsibility. I looked at the cookies. and then at you, You smiled gently at me. "Whats the worst that could happen, give it a shot"

I pick up one of the cookies, and sniff it, it smells of strawberries fresh in the field and cut grass. I nibble it.

"it smells like strawberries but tastes of ginger and honey and lemon. Do you want some"

You shake your head

I finish the cookie then look down at myself, feeling foolish for even expecting myself to look any different. Of course this wasnt going to work, but it was sweet of you to make it all up.

"Sammy?"

I look at you, letting your use of my baby name trigger me back into little mode. "daddy?"

"you like magic dont you"

I nod my head vigourously. "Yep yep yep, magik is da bestest, Im gonna be magik one day"

As sammy the whole world was stuffed to brimming with magic and princesses, dragons and wizards, my adult sceptisim was pushed firmly out of my head.

You ruffle my hair for a second time, and suddenly I feel very odd, very sleepy and I yawn.

"daddy I sleep now" I yawn. and close my eyes.

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I wake up, the sun is streaming through the curtains, and I smile at the strange dream i was having. I roll over to come face to face with white bars. I stare at them for a moment and then slowly raise my hands in the air. Inspecting my hands reveals not the usual hands of adult me but chubby babyish hands. I stare at them for a moment before I notice you leaning over the bars of the cot, watching me with that same paternal smile on your face.

"Morning poppet"

I look up at you, now a giant, You were always taller than me but not like this. So I stare in awe at the sheer height of you I open my mouth. But before I can say anything you take me by the armpits and lift me easily up and out of the cot, supporting me by my butt and cradling the rest of me to your chest. The room looks alot different, theres proper baby paraphanalia dotted around, a changing table, the cot, there are toys laying around the place too. The wish bun worked?. My legs kick feebly out in mid air as you continue to carry me over to the changing table and lay me gently down. You undo the very wet cold nappy and dispose of it efficiently and quickly. cleaning me up and lifting my legs to dust my rear with talc and put a clean fresh nappy under my bum, fastening the side straps I notice that these are proper baby nappies with a patterned front with abc blocks on them. I squiggle happily on the mat as you coo gently at me.

"Wow this is really cool" I say, although it doesnt come out like that at all, its sounds more like

"waw sigool" I stop saying anything for a moment, shock on my face, but you just laugh gently at me, "what are you trying to say baby, what are you trying to say? wawsigool? Its okay daddy will soon have you dressed and fed, then we can go out. can you say daddy?"

I feel embarrassed, but you pesevere. "daddy, can you say daddy poppet"

I open my mouth unsure if I can. "da..daa.deee"

you whisk me up into the air and depsite the embarrasemnt and shock at not being able to talk properly I feel myself giggling as you praise me. "Whose a clever girl, you are, yes you are. saying daddy." you shoogle me up and down for a moment and I laugh, feeling safe as you hold me. Then you pop me back down onto the changing table. pleased with myself i clap my hands happily and repeat the word i seemed to have just learnt "dadee da da da deee" even though in my head im an adult im quickly learning how to just let go and enjoy the flow of things, I feel childish delight swamp me at my achievemenet and i clap my hands even harder.

you pull from one of the drawers a pair of pink dunarees with white flowers on the pocket and a warm white jumper with pink flowers. clearly an intended ensemble. pulling me into the clothes proved to be a little tricky, as i dont really have the manual dexterity to help at all, but you manage admirable, like an old pro. and even dont mind that after youd put my little white socks on that Id pull them off again, turning this into a ten minute game of keep the socks on. Soon though I wave my arms at you, indicating that I dont want to be on the table anymore especially now that im dressed.

"up up" I manage to say and you pluck me up from the table and carry me downstairs. Downstairs looks alot different too, the living room now sports a playpen in one corner and the dining room table has a high chair proppped up one one side. The usual tangle of wires that is the tv and consol system is all safely tucked away behind a cabinet. The house looks toddler proofed. You lower me gently to the floor and hold both my hands so that im standing on my own two feet but being supported by you. "Can you walk for daddy sammy? Can you" Thinking about it hard so much so that im sticking my tongue out in concentration I put one foot infront of the other and toddle unsteadily a few steps, Very gently so that I dont even notice you doing it, you slowly release my hands until I am actually walking under my own power. I’m getting used to this new body now and figuring out what it can and cant do, and I get excited at myself for being able to walk. "yay whos a clever girl" I look up straight up at you, infact i have to crick my neck to see you properly and I grin happily, clapping my hands and yelling " YAY YAY!"at you and you clap your hands back at me saying yay yay too, in that patronising sing songy way that parents do, and together we celebrate this large achievment of mine. I quickly learn that not only can I toddle (albeit unsteadily) i can sort of run too and I toddle run into the kitchen, you follow close behind and I can hear you saying "careful poppet or you’ll hurt yourself" and its just after you finish saying that that I trip over my own foot and take a tumble, but before I can hit the floor I feel your big strong hands around me and you’ve scooped me up. you hold me up to your face

"now what did i say. You have to be careful, okay, daddy doesnt want to see you crying." you look at me with worry on your face. I look at you, feeling suddenly sad. "sorree dadee" my hands wander out towards your face and finds your lip. I grab it and let it go. Finding that childishly funny for some reason I do it again, and you seeing my face light up so innocently make a stupid noise as I release your lip. I giggle then do it again, you make the same noise and I giggle harder. I continue to do this and you continue to make the noise as you wander into the kitchen holding me with one arm as you go about making breakfast for the both of us with your other free hand. You put bread in the toaster and warm some milk in the microwave for me. I’m enthralled by the noise you keep making that i’m pretty much oblivious to what your doing in the kitchen until its all almost done. You fail to make the noise at one point and it breaks the game, I suddenly look around wondering why i’m not the center of attention and realise that you’ve finished preparing breakfast. You carry me into the dining room and thread my feet through the seat bars of the highchair. straping me in so i’m safe you return to the kitchen. I can’t see you and so I start to whimper but you can hear me and reassure me in a loud voice through the kitchen "its okay sammy, daddy will be through in a second, he just has to get breakfast" I’m reassured enough to lower the volume of my whimpering but not to stop it completely, that is until you return with a tray carrying breakfast, which for you seems to be a couple of slices of toast and for me is half a slice of toast cut into strips and some mushy looking stuff. You’ve got a cup of coffee and I look at it for a moment, adult me creeps out for a second. I drink far too much coffee and I look longingly at it. You smile and pick up the baby bottle of milk and shake it infront of my eyes. "Nice milk for baby, not grown up juice. Coffee is icky, blergh" . It’s enough to snap me back and I wave my hands at the bottle clenching and unclenching my new fists looking at it thirstily "baba"

You put the bottle on the tray of the highchair and place the bowl on the tray too, now that it’s closer I can smell that unmistakable smell of rusk, the bottle is forgotten momentarily as I plunge my hand into the bowl before you can stop me. You sigh with resignation, trying to hide the smile from your face as you werent quick enough to avoid my inevitable action.

"Ohhh poppet. look at the mess you made."

I giggle through my hand as I suck the stodgy mess off my fingers smearing it on my face. Quickly you pop a bib over my head before I get my clothes into any more of a mess and you keep an eye on me as you eat your toast and I try to feed myself. You keep handing me the spoon and showing me hows its done, but fingers work alot better and after one of two mouthfuls with the utensil I keep discarding the spoon, pretty soon theres alot of rusky porridge everywhere, but the bib has protected my clothes. You feed the remainder to me with the spoon, much to my protestation and hand me a couple of the toast soldiers which I chew and suck until theyre both globby messes on the highchair tray. Giggling hyperactively as I stick my hands into the mess. You let me play with the mess for a little while longer and then grabbing a baby wipe you grab my hands and clean the majority of the goop off of them. rubbing the wipe over my face quickly as I whine, i’m suddenly clean again. Unbuckling me from the seat you lift me clear and grab up the bottle. im still whining alot. I hate getting clean with baby wipes and to shush me you unceremoniously pop the bottle into my mouth, for a second my whining comes close to a cry but then I taste the milk and my whining stops as I latch on and begin to suck. You knew that was going to work. and you look down at me and I look up at you. Our eyes meet and theres that connection of unconditional love. I feel safe. I know you are there for me and that you always will be. You walk into the living room and sit down switching on the news and you sit down in the sofa as I nurse on the bottle. you speak softly soothingly to me.

"there we go, whose daddys special baby" I let your warm reassuring words wash over me. This is what i’ve craved for so long. to beable to be so small, to be held so close in your arms, so easily, so snuggly. I feel myself slipping into sleep and I fight it, but you’re rocking me now and stroking my hair. I try and protest through the teat of the bottle as I feel my eyelids getting heavier, but the murmurs come out as tired mumbles. "Its okay sammy, daddy will be right here. its alright...shhhhh"

And I close my eyes and let them stay shut because I trust you and know when I wake up you will be there because you say so.

 

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