“Sorry for waking you up this morning,” I say as he goes about drying every inch of me before he even grabs a towel for himself.
He chuckles and winks at me. “Uh-huh. Yet, I can almost bet you’ll do the same thing tomorrow morning.”
Giggling, I slide my fingers into his dark beard, cupping his face. “Yeah. Probably.”
8
BEAU AND EMMA
Beau
Last night went better than I expected. Seeing her so bashful and covering her face as I put her into her first diaper was pretty fucking adorable.
It wasn’t easy for her to give up so much control, but she did really well. It was almost as if once I had her changed and in a onesie, tucked into bed with me, that she really relaxed. Within minutes of taking the bottle, she was out and slept hard all night.
“Daddy,” she murmurs.
I twist my body from where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and smile down at her. Emma is still snuggled under the blankets, and her long lashes flutter as she slowly wakes.
“Good morning, baby. It’s Christmas tree and decorating day.”
She grins and claps her hands, not really making any noise with them. “It’s going to be so much fun.”
Nodding, I lean over and kiss her several times before I rise and stretch, then reach for her. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s get you ready.”
Emma
My bladder isready to burst. I woke up in the middle of the night with the urge, but I just couldn’t use the diaper. I know Daddy said I’m supposed to. That’s the rule with all the Littles. If a diaper is on, it’s on for a reason. I tried. But I couldn’t get my mind to stop spinning. Am I weird for wanting to go this deep into a Little headspace? I don’t think that Brynn, Nora, Lucy, or Ellie are. They are my best friends, and I think no differently of them for being babied by their Daddies a bit more than some of the others. In a way, I’ve always felt envious of how close they are with their men.
Not that Beau and I aren’t close. We are. I’ve never been with any other man, but I could have imagined nothing more intimate than what we already have. Then he placed me on that changing table and touched me in a caring, gentle way while he rubbed skin protectant down there before wrapping me into what I can only describe as a crinkly cloud of softness. The noise set my cheeks on fire more than anything. But the closeness I felt with him through it all was more intense than I expected.
“Daddy, I need to pee really badly.”
Beau looks at me and furrows his brows. “How long have you been holding it?”
Glancing sideways, his large hand captures my chin and forces me to look at him. “Emma Grace, how long have you been holding it?”
“Since the middle of the night,” I whisper.
His frown deepens, and my heart drops. Shoot. I’m already failing as his Baby Girl.
“I tried to use my diaper, but I… I couldn’t. It wouldn’t come out. My mind is stopping me, I think.”
He quickly reaches between my legs and unsnaps the onesie and then opens the diaper. “Go into the bathroom and use the toilet. When you come back, we’ll talk.”
Nodding, I climb off the bed, my shoulders drooping as soon as I step into the small toilet room inside the enormous ensuite bathroom. Tears fill my eyes as I finally relieve my bladder.
I’ve let him down. My husband asked me to trust him and try this because he thought it was what I needed, and I’ve already messed it all up.
Just as I finish washing my hands, Beau walks into the bathroom and scoops me into his arms.
“Why did I know you’d be in here crying because you think you did something wrong?” he asks as he carries me into the bedroom.
A quiet sob escapes, and I lean into his chest. “I’m sorry I screwed up.”
Beau lets out a deep breath and smiles softly at me. “Emma Grace Javier, my love, you didn’t screw anything up. Do you think I’m upset because you didn’t use your diaper?”
I nod, a tear slipping from my eye. “I know I’m supposed to if I’m wearing one, but I tried. I really did. It’s not that I don’t want to, I mean, I?—”
