Brynn
“Shh. I got you.”
I’m shifted and jostled slightly, then lifted into the air. “My tummy hurts.”
Maddox chuckles softly as he carries me through our house, using his shoulder to turn off lights as we go. “I bet that’s because my baby ate so many cookies today.”
The corners of my lips twitch. I hada lotof sweets today. The entire month has been filled with them. It’s been the best.
When we get upstairs, Daddy turns to go into my nursery first, and as soon as he lays me on my changing table, I sigh contentedly. Life is so good.
“Did you have fun tonight, baby?” he asks as he peels off my clothes to get me changed for bed.
This is my favorite part of the day. When he’s getting me changed into my pajamas, and it’s just the two of us, submerged in the headspaces that we love so much.
Bringing the tip of my thumb to my mouth, I nod. “It was so fun. I love our family so much.”
A lump forms in my throat, like it always does when I think about the amazing group of people I get to call family. Not only do they love each other immensely, but they love me, too. I’m still not used to it.
Maddox leans over me, so his face is hovering over mine. “We’re very blessed, aren’t we?”
I nod and slide my thumb between my lips, letting myself slip farther into Little Space. As he does every time, Daddy picks out a pacifier from the top drawer of the table and pulls my hand away from my mouth before slipping the soft nipple in.
The soft sound of crinkling fills the room as he pulls out a diaper and fluffs it up before changing me into it.
“In just a few days, you’re going to be in diapers around the clock for a week straight,” he says as he spreads a skin barrier on before pulling the diaper between my legs and taping it securely closed.
A shiver runs through me. I wear diapers a lot, but it’s been a while since it’s been twenty-four seven. Even though in reality, if I wanted to wear them all the time, I could. But my Daddy is a busy man, and I don’t want to be too needy, so I wear panties during the day when we’re not at home, so he doesn’t have to worry about changing me when he’s working.
“What about all the other girls? Will that make them uncomfortable?” I ask worriedly.
Deep down, I know none of them will care if I’m in a diaper all the time. Each of my sisters-in-law is Little, so it’s not like it’s completely foreign to them, but not all of them go as Little as me. Nora, Lucy, and sometimes Ellie wear diapers, too. I think Emma might be interested in them. She’s been asking a lot of questions lately. Diapers are often a hard limit for Littles. But forme, there’s no better feeling than when my Daddy puts one on me. It’s like a soft cloud for my butt.
The thought makes me smile, and Maddox catches it as he snaps the crotch of my onesie closed. “What?”
I giggle softly but say nothing. He’s used to me being nonverbal, so Maddox doesn’t push it, either. Instead, he helps me sit up and then lifts me from the table and sets me on my feet.
The thick cotton between my thighs takes a second to get used to, and as I move, the plastic backing crinkles loudly, only adding to how Little I feel right now.
“Let’s go get your teeth brushed, and then I’ll give you a bottle.”
He pats my bottom to get me moving toward our shared bedroom. I sleep only in my crib for naptime, and then at night, I sleep snuggled up to him. It’s the best of both worlds.
Well, naps aren’t really the best. I don’t like those so much.
With no need for instruction, I go over to the sink and wait while Maddox grabs our toothbrushes and runs them under the water before adding paste. Then, he holds mine up first and gently pulls my pacifier out of my mouth.
“Let me see sugar-coated teeth before they all fall out, and I have to blend all your food for you.”
Of course, that makes me smile, which he takes advantage of and slides my pink glitter toothbrush into my mouth.
I watch him while he concentrates on his task, like it’s very serious business. To him, it is. No one could take care of me the way he does. Even though we’ve been married for over a year now, he is still as obsessed with me as he was when we first met. I’m his world, and as someone who has never experienced that, I never tire of the attention.
When he finishes, I spit out the rest of the bubblegum-flavored toothpaste that he let me choose last time we were at the store. It’s disgusting, but I’m going to my grave with thatinformation because Daddy told me that I wouldn’t like the flavor, and I insisted I would love it. I, in fact, do not. At all. It tastes like pink plastic. Which I know is oddly specific because you would think all plastic would taste the same. But also, I feel like pink has a particular flavor, and that’s exactly what it tastes like.
Daddy chuckles and swats my butt over my diaper. It doesn’t hurt. Another bonus of wearing diapers.
“Never going to give up the fact that you hate that toothpaste, huh?” he asks before he brushes his own teeth.
