Fuck, she’s the most precious being in the universe. And she’s mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Bailey
It’s working. Ever since I stopped taking the formula, I’ve felt more and more normal. Every time I wake up, I stay that way longer than the last time. I’m not fond of how many times we go to the clinic, but I know it’s necessary.
Still, I argue. It’s what I do. It’s like I’ve got twenty-one years of repressed arguing that needs to come out.
It makes Papi laugh. He knows what my childhood was like. He also knows that I lived under my father’s thumb, afraid to confront him on any issue up until the night Papi found me in the club. That was the end of my old repressed life and the beginning of thisnewrepressed life.
Papi is strict. He has more rules than my father ever had. Some of them are absurd like not opening the front or back door for any reason or not crawling into the kitchen without him because there are too many things in that scary room that might cause me harm.
I’m permitted to use the furniture to pull to standing so I can surf around the room but only if Papi is there to supervise. I’m not allowed to stand when I’m in my crib or my playpen.
The list is long, but there’s a drastic difference between my new life and my old. I can argue. I never fear what the repercussions might be from voicing my opinion. I never worry that he’ll cut me off from his protection or kick me out of the house or stop feeding me.
The notion of any of that happening is absurd. Papi adores me. He’s developing wrinkles in the corners of his eyes from smiling all the time. His body shakes with laughter every time I’m disagreeable.
It’s so freeing to know I can tell himno. It doesn’t change anything. It’s just banter. He’ll never cave and decide that I can climb on the furniture, for example. But I enjoy needling him anyway. For one thing, it helps me release tension.
It will probably be a while before I fully trust that he loves me and would never leave me. Papi has explained that Fate has chosen me for him, and it’s not a bond that can be broken. Relationships are never dissolved on Eleadia for any reason. It’s not a concept they grasp.
Every time I disobey him or argue, he calmly pauses to spank me. So far, he’s only given me a few swats to the bottom, but I know one day soon he’s going to get more serious about his discipline. He’s holding back on me until I’m fully in control of my body.
My trust in him increases each time I push him and find him still smiling. He doesn’t mind my naughty side. In fact, he enjoys it.
I’ve eaten the chimspa for four days now. I’ve only had that, water, and vitamin supplements. Today Papi is going to add another food. I’m looking forward to the variety. In a few days, I’ll start taking bottles of formula again. Chadka and Thabobelieve they’ve isolated the ingredient I’m sensitive to. They’ve removed it. Drinking the new version will be more like trial and error. If it doesn’t work, we’ll be back at square one. I’ll end up asleep, and the doctors will have to eliminate something else.
Papi has left me to play in my playpen in the living room while he does some tidying around the house. So far he’s only left me for a few minutes at a time. He’s very nervous about separating from me. I understand his feelings because I don’t like to be apart from him either. It stresses me out. Apparently that’s normal. All new mates feel this way. Presumably it will ease over time, but we will never like being in separate rooms.
I’ve made huge progress now that I’m awake long enough to do exercises. The doctors say I’m right on par physically for ten days even with the setback.
I’ve explored everything in this space, and I’m excited by all the toys. At first I was leery. Why would an adult want to play with toys? But it’s growing on me. I had toys when I was a kid, but never this many. My father was stingy about spending money on things I would outgrow.
Ironic since Papi doesn’t think there’s any reason for me to ever outgrow toys. It’s not like he’s provided me with ridiculously babyish things like putting shapes through matching holes. Nope. This playpen has coloring books and way more colored pencils than I’ve ever seen. There are puzzles with lots of pieces. An ereader filled with books from Earth. That part is so cool. I haven’t had time to read for years.
There’s also a pretty doll who looks like me with curly brown hair and several outfits. I adore her. I’m holding her now, rocking her. In fact, I’m so focused on pretending to breastfeed her that I don’t notice that Papi has returned until he’s leaning over the side of the playpen.
He’s grinning, but there’s something devious in his eyes. “Is your baby doll hungry, Little one?”
I nod. “Yes. I’m feeding her.”
“She has bottles, you know,” he adds, pointing toward the shelf.
I shrug. “She’s not ready for bottles. I’m breastfeeding her.”
Papi chuckles. “Is that what you’re doing? Or do you think maybe you’re using her as an excuse to touch your nipples?”
My face heats. Shoot. He’s right. He’s told me several times that I’m not permitted to touch myself intimately. Not my nipples or my pussy. It’s hard to fondle my pussy since it’s always wrapped in a diaper. But my breasts are exposed all the time. I’m hyper aware of them and my irrational arousal.
I lower the doll to my lap. “Sorry, Papi.”
Papi leans over the side of the playpen, gently sets the doll on the floor, and lifts me out. “You’re testing me, aren’t you, Little one?” He carries me through to the nursery and lowers me onto the changing table.
I bite my lip while he fastens my arms above my head before adding several more straps, securing me more than necessary for a diaper change. Plus I’m not wet. My knees are bent and secured wide.
“What did I say would happen if I caught you playing with your nipples, Little one?”
