Last night was amazing, I mean spending time with daddy is always amazing. I giggle to myself and cuddle deeper into the blankets. I close my eyes, hoping to go back to sleep. But my stomach had other ideas, it didn't hurt it was just a little upset, but I could feel I was going to throw up. I bolted upright out of bed and ran to the bathroom, spilling out almost everything from last night till there was no more. I got up and brushed my then went back into my room to lay down. I soon fell asleep again. I don't know what time I woke up, but it was dark out I heard someone walk in. I 99.9% it was daddy.
"Kimmy?" Daddy called out.
"I'm in the bedroom daddy.." I replied. He walks in.
"Hey, what's wrong? Are you feeling ok?" He asks while feeling my forehead.
"I'm fine daddy, I think it was
