“Thank you. Maybe I can join you by phone at least. I’m going to avoid being seen. I’m sure Brent is still out there somewhere.”
“We’ll come to you then. Maybe have a sleepover?” Aspen suggested.
“I’d love that. Check your schedules and tell me when you’re free. I’ll order some fun snacks.”
“We’ll bring stuff. If we all share something we love, we’ll have too much,” Aspen told her. “That always happens at parties. I’ll ask what date works for everyone.”
“Thanks, Aspen.” Brooklyn hesitated for a minute before asking, “Is it okay to call you if I have a question or get lonely?”
“You bet. I’ve already called you because I miss my daddy so much. You cheered me up and gave me a project to work on.”
A couple of minutes later, Aspen excused herself to take Rexy out to potty. Almost instantly, Brooklyn’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. Aspen had set up a chat. She’d given it the name SDL. Soldier Daddies’ Littles.
The rest of that day crept by. Caden had told her to check in the pantry, but Brooklyn ate the food in the refrigerator first since it could go bad. She watched a couple of movies and played in her nursery. She even took a nap to make the day go faster. When shadows finally filled the interior again, Brooklynborrowed a book from the stack under an end table in the family room and curled up in her daddy’s bed.
She was eager to explore books that her daddy enjoyed. Maybe she’d learn something new about him. The thriller pulled her into the story instantly. Brooklyn wasn’t a fast reader, but she loved losing herself in a wonderful novel.
To her delight, she woke up the next morning with the book lying next to her on the bed. She’d survived one night without her daddy. Hopefully, he would come home soon.
The days passed slowly. Brooklyn was used to hiding inside, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. Now after having Caden around, crushing loneliness hit her harder than it ever had before.
She explored the things in her nursery. When the pacifier he’d unwrapped for her had helped her nap one afternoon, Brooklyn dared to check out the other supplies in the changing table. The sight of the thick thermometer and the lubricant sent a thrill through her. The case had the word RECTAL in big red letters. Could she let Caden take such intimate care of her?
As Brooklyn closed the drawer, her knee knocked one of the folded diapers off the bottom shelf. She’d looked at them from a distance but never had checked one out closely. Having Fluffikins in her arms boosted her bravery. Brooklyn opened the padded garment and pushed at the cushiony material. She checked out how it would fit around her. Did people actually pee in this? It didn’t seem as thick as she’d expect it to be. Surely, a Little would have an accident?
Brooklyn squeezed her legs together. Her panties were soaked. Before she could talk herself out of it, she yanked off her leggings and underwear. Fumbling, she fitted the diaper around her body. The crinkling sound made her feel littler than she’d ever experienced before.
She almost yanked it off, frightened by the level of emotion the diaper created. Forcing herself to take this chance to experience everything, Brooklyn plopped down on her padded bottom. She loved the faint scratch of the gathered diaper around her waist and legs. Each sound and sensation reminded her it was okay to be little.
A familiar fantasy of her daddy lifting her to the top of the changing pad popped into her mind. He’d wrap that belt around her waist to prevent her from rolling off. Other restraints popped from one side. Those had to allow her daddy to tie her hands above her head.
Brooklyn rubbed the front of her diaper as she imagined her daddy taking care of her so intimately when he’d tethered her in place. They’d discussed experimenting with all levels of age play. The padding lessened the sensation of her strokes. Frustrated, Brooklyn laid back and thrust her hand inside the diaper.
Sliding her fingers through her slick juices, Brooklyn caressed her pink folds. She bit her lower lip as she brushed her clit. Returning to the small bundle of nerves, she pushed her arousal higher until her hips rose from the carpet. Crying out, Brooklyn climaxed strongly—so fiercely that she squirted into the padding of the diaper. Slumping back on the soft flooring, Brooklyn tried to catch her breath.
“Daddy. Come home. I want you to take care of me,” she whispered into the now quiet nursery.
CHAPTER 14
When the fresh food in the refrigerator had dwindled to a few apples and random staples like teriyaki sauce and mustard, Brooklyn debated what to eat that morning for breakfast. Remembering his treat for her at that first meal of apples and peanut butter, she headed for the pantry to grab the jar. “Oh, yeah, Fluffikins. Daddy told me to look in the pantry.”
She opened the door and froze. Inside was a large box with several smaller boxes stacked on top. Each was wrapped in different festive paper—birthday, Christmas, baby, Valentine’s Day, and turquoise blue. He’d remembered her favorite color!
How had Caden stashed these in here without her seeing? She tugged the pile out into the kitchen and sat on the floor. Was she supposed to open everything now? “He’s not going to be gone for all the holidays, is he?” Brooklyn asked Fluffikins, trying not to cry at that thought.
To cheer herself up, Brooklyn took a picture of her presents and posted it in the group chat with the other Littles. Excited comments followed as everyone demanded to know what she found inside. When she shared she hadn’t opened any, Pippa encouraged her to dive in. Giana wanted her to open the smallestone first and build up to the largest. She decided to do as Aspen suggested and to open one present a day.
After a long debate, Brooklyn chose the largest package. She carefully peeled the paper off, trying not to tear it. Some letters appeared as the paper sagged away from the box. LL HOU.
“It can’t be,” she said out loud.
Brooklyn threw neatness into the wind and ripped the paper ferociously until the picture on the front appeared. It was an enormous dollhouse. She made herself take a minute and snap a picture of the box and send it to her new friends. Then she ignored the buzzing incoming messages to open the gift.
Carefully pulling out the parts, Brooklyn celebrated everything. Soon the floor was littered with furniture, miniature figurines, walls, roof and floor sections, and even small details like curtains, rugs, and hangers. When she found the directions, Brooklyn forced herself to stop and read them through. She really wanted to throw herself into the construction and figure it out as she went, but this was too important. She wanted it to turn out perfect.
It came with miniature tools to put things together. Brooklyn leapt to her feet and ran to the kitchen to get a plastic bag to store them. The direction booklet had ten pages. Brooklyn decided to complete half today and half tomorrow. That would give her something to do for two days.
Carefully, she read the first step and dived in. An hour later, she finished fitting together what she had allotted for today. Eyeing the project, Brooklyn struggled with the temptation to finish it. The middle floor was a bit wobbly. She couldn’t leave it like that. Maybe it would be better to complete all the pages and then tomorrow, she could work on the furniture and décor.
