“Of course, baby. Now, let’s get you ready for bed.”
I help her with her nighttime routine, washing her face and brushing her teeth before tucking her into bed. And all the while, I let the plan in my mind take shape.
One way or another, I’m going to make sure my Little girl understands just how very Little she actually is.
CHAPTER 12
MIA
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!”
Mommy’s too-chipper voice cuts through the early morning fog of sleep in my mind, drawing me toward her, however reluctantly on my part.
“Don’t wanna,” I mumble, rolling and pulling the covers up over my head to block out the sunlight and noise.
“Aww, is Mommy’s baby so very sleepy this morning?”
Something about her tone sends alarm bells ringing in my mind. But not quick enough for me to counter her attack.
The covers are ripped from me and then her fingers are on me, digging into my ribcage as I shriek with laughter and try to wriggle away.
“Mommy, no! I’m up, I’m up!”
Her laughter joins with mine, but she doesn’t let up, not even a little bit. If anything, her tickling becomes more and more insistent as I fight and screech my way through the attack.
Then it hits me. The urge to release my bladder, sudden and strong and insistent.
“Mommy, stop! I gotta pee!”
She doesn’t stop. She only chuckles, low and wicked as her fingers continue to move across my abdomen, tickling andteasing. “Oh no!” Mommy gasps, but there’s too much glee in her voice for me to be convinced she means it. “Hopefully you can hold it like a Big girl.”
It takes a moment for her words to register, but when they do, panic grips my chest in a tight grip.
“Mommy, I’m serious!” I’m breathless, desperate as I try to fight my way free of her wicked fingers. “Please, let me go potty!”
“But you told me you were a Big girl. And Big girls know how to wait.”
Not when they’re being tickled to death!But I don’t have the breath or the strength to actually say the words. Instead I focus what little energy I have left on escaping. Twisting and bucking and wriggling for all I’m worth while she continues her assault and the pressure in my bladder grows ever more insistent.
Finally, just when I think I might lose the battle with my bladder, I manage to wrench free of her grasp and roll off the bed. Before Mommy can reach for me again, I bolt for the bathroom, dancing in place as I shimmy my panties down to my knees and plop down on the cool porcelain seat.
“I guess you are a Big girl.”
At the sound of Mommy’s voice, I look up to find her leaning against the doorframe. I should feel smug, satisfied I beat her at her own game.
But I don’t. Becauseshelooks far too smug, too satisfied for me to feel anything of the sort. “I told you I’m a Big girl.”
I’m trying for defiant, but my voice trembles, giving away how scared I actually am.
It isn’t like I’ve never been in diapers before. Ethan preferred me in them, even though I could never bring myself to actually use them when we were together. But Mommy is an entirely different entity, and the thought of being that vulnerable, thatLittlewith her…
Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I’m just being dramatic. But my gut tells me that if I let myself go there, if I give her that kind of power over me, nothing will ever be the same.
Iwill never be the same.
Sloane
Watching Mia squirm,both literally and metaphorically, is quickly becoming an addiction. She may have escaped my attempts to prove how Little she is this morning, but I have other plans for my adorable babygirl.
