The Breakfast Interrogation Of Covered Piles

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Taken from The Mia Series: Book Six, here is an interrogation of dynamic proportions and a food fight which left both Mia and Eric ‘dripping’ in the end.

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The Breakfast Interrogation of Covered Piles

Sunday Morning –

Hazelnut filled the air and Mia smiled, not yet ready to open her eyes, but awakening nevertheless. Added to that smell of brewing coffee were the scents and sounds of breakfast – bacon, eggs, sausage and toast, she presumed. She felt the warmth of her baby blanket, wrapped around her and swaddling her frame. The closeness of the warmth coming from the fireplace and the softness beneath her told her that she was lying on the bear skin rug. But there was a sweetness to the air nearby, a scent she knew well. No, it wasn’t just baby powder. It was something else and it was so familiar to her, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on what the scent was.

She whimpered softly, nursing on her pacifier as shifted her hips slightly. Surprisingly she wasn’t wet, nor did she feel the need to go. She could also tell her hair was wet, but was feathered out to dry. This was getting kind of strange. Was she still sleeping or was she awake? And what the devil was that familiar scent?

And that was the moment she realized what that mystery scent was: Herbal Essences.

She opened her eyes, remaining motionless as she looked left and right. She was indeed swaddled in her baby blanket, lying on the bear skin rug by the fireplace. It was morning, Sunday morning – her birthday. Her hair was indeed wet. But her diaper, the only thing covering her body anywhere, was dry. Her bladder and bowels felt fine.

And that was the moment she realized that he had given her a bath as she slept.

She sat up slowly, blinking her eyes at the nearly blinding morning sunshine that was pouring in from the windows on the side of the cabin. She definitely wasn’t sleeping. And, piecing together all the facts, she now knew that he had definitely bathed her in her sleep. Sometimes he did this by putting her in the bath tub. Other times, he did this in a bird-bath fashion with wash cloth and basin.

From no urgent need to relieve herself in either way, she figured that she had probably done so while sleeping and he did what he needed to do to clean her up without disturbing her sleep. It would’ve ruined the magic of last night if she had awakened as a mess. She was happy that he took care of it without her knowing it or waking her up.

It seemed each time she went to sleep that weekend, whether it was for a nap or for the night, she would always awaken to some sort of surprise. And such had become her life in Eric’s world. Whereas, once she was a sweet, shy girl with a heart full of dreams, she was now a sweet BabyGirl living out all the dreams of her heart.

She remembered she used to believe that she shouldn’t have to change anything about herself in order to please anyone. But having had time to think about how much she had changed since she met him, she realized how much she needed to change all along. Wanting to remain who she was had hindered her from becoming all she could be. And that was the definition of shyness for her. It was an impulse to not take that step forward into the unknown and to be apprehensive, in order to protect who she was already. It made safe, logical sense that if the future didn’t work out, she would always have the familiar comforts of her past to retreat to. So, all along she had a choice to make: pursue her future or protect her past.

And on this Sunday morning of her birthday, she was happy she had made the right decision – because the future looked mighty fulfilling from where she was sitting.

Looking around the main room of the rustic cabin, her eyes were drawn to a rather large object which was covered with a pink sheet. It sat in front of the big window which looked out onto the front porch. She tilted her head to the side, nursing on her pacifier as she tried to imagine what could be under that sheet. The possibilities were endless and her Daddy had proven, time and again, that anything was likely to be there. Curiosity was only going to allow her to sit still for so long before she would absolutely have to know the contents being hidden.

And before another minute of her birthday had passed, Mia had gotten onto her hands and knees, beginning to crawl over to the large object that her Daddy had put under that sheet. The baby blanket remained as a cloak on her back, but no longer swaddled her. Getting over to the large object, she reached out to the bottom edge of the pink sheet and lifted it up, turning her head upside down as she took a peek under it.

It was at that moment that Eric appeared out of nowhere, scooping her up with her baby blanket.

“No, no, no,