daddy issues

For the little red toddler there was no such thing as shame. She was still to young to grasp the concept of being embarrassed, and luckily for her she would probably not remember her little slip up, nor would her sister. Daddy was the only witness.

It didn't matter anyway, now Maera's face was pointing the right direction, she'd just have to propel herself forward until her nose butted against his large paws. Letting a little whimper to escape from her mouth she began kicking furiously, each time getting closer to her objective.

What must have been no more that a few inches felt like a mile to her, reaching the tip of his toe was an ordeal --or maybe she was too lazy-- either way, when her nose finally bumped into something she gave a tiny shriek of triumph. She then rested her heavy head on his paw and wriggled to get as close to him as she could