"You are something," he whispers. "Something amazing and wonderful." He lays his head back on the pillow and we look at each other. I'm still on a high from that orgasm and I don't know how long it's going to last. Garrett lifts his hand and brushes my hair back. "I hope you know that I'm going to do everything to make you happy."
Those words make me smile, but I want to say and do so much more. I just can't bring my brain to tell my lips or limbs to cooperate. I can feel my eyes start to water. Garrett moves closer and kisses my cheeks, then my lips.
"Let's get cleaned up and we'll go out for breakfast and then shopping."
"Thisiswherewe'reshopping?" I look up at the unsuspecting store we're parked in front of. It's set on the same street as the club. The outside resembles a boutique of sorts, but the front windows are covered completely with a one way window cling, type thing. The one where you can see out, but passerbys can't see in.
"It's bigger on the inside," Garrett says. He looks amazing in the gray knit sweater and dark jeans. I'm wearing a pair of washed out jeans and a long sleeve shirt. It's one of Garrett's because I apparently didn't pack appropriately for the weekend. I got a lecture on dressing warmly while he pulled the shirt over my head and also made me put the hoodie on too. "You ready?"
"Yes." I smile and wait for my Daddy to come around and open the door. I'm getting used to riding around in his car, with the heated seats and all. He gives me his hand and laces our fingers together once I'm on the pavement. "Thank you, Daddy."
He kisses the side of my head. "You're welcome, honey. Let's go."
When I step into the shop, my eyes don't know where to look. It's a whole room dedicated to Littles. The wall to the left is filled with clothes hanging from pegs. There are different designs, patterns, and colors. The right wall is similar, but it's stuffies on shelves, going all the way up to the ceiling. I notice the ladders on either side so employees can reach what's needed. The floor is broken into sections. There are wooden shelves holding an assortment of items ranging from little Littles to Middles. It's heaven.
"Daddy, this place is amazing." I whisper the words, leaning into his side. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and smiles.
"Go ahead and look around. Pick out what you want or things you might be interested in. I'll grab a basket."
I look around, not sure where to start. I watch Daddy walk to where the register is and pick up two baskets. He knows me well. I'll try to keep it to one basket, but I'm also not going to think too much about how much everything costs. We had that discussion last night.
I turn back to the store, overwhelmed in the best way. I start with the floor displays. It looks like the further you go into the store, the more the things are geared toward an older age regression. My eyes drift over the things closest to me. I'm drawn to the softer items. I walk over to the foam blocks and look at the different ones. There are some with animals, numbers, shapes, or princes and princesses. I pick up the ones with the princes on them. They're cartoon versions, not from actual movies.
A hand moves into my vision and takes the set of blocks from my hand. I look up to see Daddy putting them in the first basket. "Did you want any others?"
I look at the others. They're not as cool. I shake my head and we move on. There are so many toys. I know we have some at his house already, but when I see the paint section, I might go a little wild.
"Oh, Daddy! Can we get these?" I briefly look at him before reaching for the finger paints in bright colors and the paint brushes. I have bottles of blue, pink, yellow, and red in my arms before Daddy's laughing and I turn to look at him. "Is this too much?"
"Not at all, honey. Get some of the canvases and the paint brushes as well. We can turn the space upstairs by the window into a painting station for you."
It doesn't take long before the first basket is full. Daddy lets me know he's going to set it by the register and be right back. I nod and move to the other side of the tiered stand. There are stickers and other crafts on this side. I like the stickers; they're of different animals, also in cartoon style. And they're outlined in a shiny silver that catches the light. I hold on to them and move to the next shelves.
The toys and crafts are done and this one holds pacifiers on the top shelf, bottles and other sippy cups on the second, and then bowls and plates. Each set is themed differently and I can't decide what I want. Daddy comes back and stands with me, not saying anything.
"I don't know," I say, looking up at him. "I can't decide."
"You don't have to get any right now, or if you want Daddy to choose, I can do that too." He doesn't sound annoyed or like he's rushing me. He smiles and I nod.
"Can you choose, Daddy?"
"Of course, baby." He looks over the choices and finally picks up a bowl and plate from the innermost part of the shelf that has sea turtles on it. I didn't see that one and I clap with excitement. "I take it you like it?"
"I love it, Daddy."
I get more into the shopping. Well, the picking of things I want. I go from shelf to shelf, looking and deciding. I pick out another blanket, this way I have one for upstairs and another for downstairs. Or maybe I could take one to my apartment with me, if Daddy is okay with that.
I'm enjoying myself so much that when we turn to go through the next shelf, I hesitate. It's filled with packs of training pants and diapers, creams, and powders. I look at Daddy, but he doesn't give me anything in his expression. I turn my eyes back to it and look at the options. There are different sizes but each size seems to have the same patterns. There are some with dinosaurs, which would match the onesie Daddy put me in yesterday. Then there are zig-zag lines of rainbow colors on another pack. The last ones are pretty flowers.
"Baby, if you want to try them, you can." I look at Daddy sheepishly. I thought about them, about diapers. When I'm in my Little space and Daddy is giving me a bottle, I thought about how nice it would be to not have to worry about something like that. I could fully let go in all the senses and be okay. I wouldn't be making that kind of mess.
I pick out the dinosaur ones and hold them up to Daddy. He puts them in the basket and then grabs a bottle of cream and powder each. He nudges me to the wall filled with stuffies. I got two of them when we did the online shopping, but Daddy assures me I can get more if I want.
We have to get an employee to climb the ladder and grab the sloth and giraffe.
The clothes are the last thing we look at. I'm not interested in any of the things in the back of the store. It's things like Tonka trucks and pretend play sets; costumes to dress up like knights or cops with all the accessories. I look at the clothes, overwhelmed once again at all the choices. Daddy hands me the giraffe back and I cuddle it to my chest as I look at the rows.
"Can Daddy pick out a few outfits?" The words are whispered and I nod quickly. Even though he picks them out, he hands them to me to feel and give the final choice. They all feel like they're made from the softest cotton and I can't wait to wear them.
