Daddy's Baby

Confused and Scared

My head hurts. My body aches. I just lay down eyes closed. What the f**k. How much did I drink last night? I slowly open my eyes only to find myself staring at a ceiling decorated with cartoons. I move my head to look around and I see that I am in some infant's room. Its all pink and white with toys and stuffies. A cupboard. A desk. A bookshelf. But everything is big in size. I try to get up. I sit up and find myself wearing a baby pink skirt with princesses on it and a plain white tee sans bra. My heart is beating so fast that I think I will pass out. I try to remember what the f**k happened last night when I suddenly recall being kidnapped. I am kidnapped. Holy f**k. But am I? Who holds their hostage this way?

I am just sitting their dumbfucked, wondering what to do next. I look down and I am in a darn crib. And it's high. I can jump, but I might fall and hurt myself. I definitely will.

I can shout. Should I call for help?

I am just sitting there weighing my options when suddenly the door opens and a man comes inside. He is looking at me and I am looking at him. He is tall. Brown eyes, over 6 ft tall. Broad and muscled. Definitely works out at least 4 days a week. I kinda like his stubble. He is wearing a shirt and denim. He has got huge arms. I am assessing him when he speaks.

"¡Hola! Buenos diás. (Hi, good morning)." He says, trying to smile and not scare me off.

"Umm .. hi.." Hola is definitely saying hi in what? Italian? Is he Italian?

"Hi, hello," he says back in a weird accent. "Mi nombre es Carlos. Soy su nuevo papá.. Umm.. daddy." (My name is Carlos. I am your new daddy.) I catch Carlos and daddy. Must be his name. Is he asking for my dad's name?

"Hi, I am Sansa. My father's name is Robert." I say.

"Sansa." He repeats. "Bonito nombre." (Beautiful name)

There, I lost him again.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I ask him. He looks at me all confused.

"¿Es amor hambriento?" (Are you hungry, my love?)

What the f**k?

"I want to go back home!" I say, louder than I intended to be.

He looks at me.

I try to get up and jump off the crib.

He holds me before I fall. He hugs me in his arms like I am a baby. He is really tall and strong to my height of 4'10" and petite structure.

"Listen, you, Carlos. Let me go! Where the f**k is my phone! I need to go back home!" I try to fight and get off him.

"Hush.. hush .. querida. Sé que tienes hambre mi amor. Ahora te consigo algo de leche." (Hush.. hush dear. I know you are hungry, my love. I'll get you some milk.)

I am not understanding s**t, although I recognize his voice from last night.

He walks downstairs with me in his arms, fighting and screaming and trying to get off. Damn! he has a huge house. He walks to the kitchen and makes a bottle of milk with me in his arms, shrieking. He is saying something, to calm me down I suppose but I am shouting and crying too loudly to hear anything. As it is I am understanding s**t.

He walks to the living room, lays me down on his arms and tries to feed me the bottle!

I am screaming and kicking.

I grab the f*****g bottle and throw it at the wall in front of me.

We both pause for a second. He looks angry. Super mad.

Suddenly, he makes me stand up and gives me 5 hard and fast swats on my bum. Ow!

"!Eso no se hace!" (You don't do that!) He scolds.

I run back upstairs, get inside my room, only to get away from him.