Wet Warmth

He held her in his arms.
Her soft skin felt like silk.
He smiled.
She smiled back.
He pursed his lips.
Ready to plant a big one on her.
As he leaned forward,
A sudden stream of warmth poured on his lap.

It sent him into shock.
The sound of his shock sent her into giggles and laughter as she kicked her little feet.
She had wet his pants.
He giggled and laughed.
For that was all there was to do.
She was his little girl.
His baby girl.
His little bundle of joy.

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