I don't know how long I've been playing with Koga. All I know is that it's dinner time and I'm exhausted. Dylan knew I was tired and changed me into something more comfortable. A bunny onesie. I don't know when he bought it but, I'm in love with it. Especially the little tail and long ears. I wiggled my bum giggling. "Don't you just look adorable." I smile. "Thank you Daddy." He chuckles and picks up Koga making me frown. "Where you taking Koga," I ask, not wanting him to go. "He needs to go to bed Rose and you need to eat something before, I take you to Sebastian's." I freeze. What? "W-What do you m-mean," I stutter. He gives me a reassuring smile and tries to grab me but, I take a step back. He sighs. "Rose the plan was for you to be with me for Monday and Tuesday, Sebastian for Wednesday and Thursday and then on Friday we would all get together," he explains. I shake my head. Why didn't they tell me this? "You- Jared said I'd only stay with you for 2 days, Dylan." He frowns and stands to his full height towering over me. "And now I'm telling you you're staying with Sebastian," he said his voice stern. "Now don't call me by my first name again before, I give you another spanking." I sigh in defeat and bow my head. "Sorry Daddy." His frown turned upside down. "It's okay Rose," he said picking up Koga. "You were confused and scared for your well being." He walked out the room and only after a few minutes came back empty handed. "Now let's get you something to eat." He walks over and picks me up and sets me on his hip.

We get to the kitchen and the delicious aroma of seafood has my stomach making itself known. I blush and hide my face in his neck while Dylan laughs. "Guess my Rose is hungry." He sits down in a chair with me on his lap and I frown. "Why am I sitting on your lap?" I squirm around in his lap and he puts his hands on my hip. "How else can I feed you," he asks and I shake my head in disbelief. He wants to feed me? "You're not feeding me," I say crossing my arms under my chest. "Yes, I am now open up." He stabs a shrimp with his fork and puts it up to my mouth. I just turn my head. I am not letting him feed me. He tries again and I turn my head the other way. He sighs and takes his hand off my hip and puts it on my jaw.

A moment passes and I feel pressure on my jaw. It doesn't hurt but, it feels.... weird. Weird enough for me to open my mouth and let him feed me. He feeds me bite after bite and I realize that getting fed isn't so bad. Still after I chew my 10th bite of food I say "I can feed myself." He feeds me some broccoli and I cringe. I hate broccoli. "I know," he simply says. He gives me some rice and I sigh. "Why are you feeding me," I ask around the food in my mouth. He grabs a napkin and dabs my mouth with it. "Because it's part of taking care of you which is why you're here," he says. "Now don't talk with food in your mouth." I nod slowly. Why is he taking care of me? He feeds me the rest of the seafood, vegetable rice bowl and lets me drink some orange juice. By the time we're done I'm even more exhausted. A yawn escapes my lips and my eyes start to droop. The last thing that I see is the night stars twinkling at me before, I finally fall into darkness.