Page 81 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Yes, what?” I asked.
Her lip popped out in a small pout, but she obeyed. “Yas-huh, Tinsley will be a good girl for Uncle Tyler when he changes Tinsley.”
“Oh, such a good girl, Teenie,” Tyler praised as he took our plates from the counter and placed them in the sink.
“I love you, sweetness.” Kissing her sweet mouth once, I set her on her feet before I stood to help with the dishes. After handing her sippy cup to her, I gulped down my second cup of coffee.
“Tinsley halp?”
“You sure can, baby. Do you think you can take the syrup back to the refrigerator?”
At her nod, I handed her the bottle and enjoyed watching her toddle across the kitchen. The ruffle romper she was wearing was new and I couldn’t tell if it was comfortable for her. The thick material between her legs, over her diaper, made it hard to walk. I adored the waddle, though.
After helping Tyler clean the rest of his large kitchen, I gave Tinsley one last kiss before leaving. I knew she was in good hands, but it was always hard to leave her. Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I backed out of the driveway, blowing kisses as Tinsley waved at me from the screen door. Only a few more hours and we would be on the road to adventure.
Tinsley
“Daddy’s doing something sneaky,” I told my friend Reagan as soon as Uncle Tyler finally got out of earshot. He’d been hovering all morning.
“Sneaky how?” She kicked her feet to bring her float closer to me.
“He had to work today, but he washed all the clothes last night and folded them, put me to bed early, and after he put me down for bednight, he called Uncle Tyler and they talked for so super longs.”
Her face scrunched while she processed my words.
“That is sneaky. I just don’t know if it is a good sneaky or a bad sneaky.”
“Me either!” I agreed.
“It could be a good sneaky, maybe he’s buying you a chicken friend so Count Cluckula won’t be so lonely. I hope it’s a spooky chicken, though. Count Cluckula is kinda mean.”
Nodding, I agreed. “Yeah, he would probably peck a nice chicken to death,” I admitted, thinking about my favorite lovie, a vampire chicken.
“It could be a bad surprise too, like a new enema kit.”
I shivered. “I hope not. I hate those things.” Doctor Daddy did them enough as it was, I didn’t want him needing a reason to break in a new kit.
“Me too,” Reagan agreed with a sigh. “It’s so embarrassing.”
“So embarrassing,” I repeated.
“Maybe he’s buying you another Daddy,” Reagan said after a few beats of silence.
Looking at each other, we howled with laughter. Her Daddies shared, mine did not. Ever. Even if I wanted him to, just a tiny bit.
“I love the sound of Littles laughing, but this laughing sounds a bit naughty,” Travis, one of Reagan’s Daddies, teased, swimming between our floats. He was so colorful. His back and upper shoulders were coloring book images that Reagan was allowed to color with body safe markers whenever she wanted. Usually her colors lasted a few days.
“We were just being silly, Uncle Travis.”
“Just silly,” Reagan confirmed.
“Who is being naughty?” Maddox, her other Daddy, asked. He and Tyler were carrying trays of food. I flushed when I saw my pink bottle on top of one of the trays. Reagan was a younger Little too, but she had a sippy cup today. Probably ‘cause her Daddies were working with my Daddy to help me be younger outside the club. I was so thankful for our family, even though we weren’t blood related, but I wasn’t sure I was thankful for their meddling.
“These two tiny mermaids,” Travis answered Maddox. He pulled our floats through the pool and helped us walk up the steps.
Tyler wrapped me in a soft towel before lifting me in his arms. He patted my bottom over my swim diaper.
“Are you having fun, Teenie?” Laying me on a lounger, he pulled off my wet swimsuit and softly toweled me dry. The breeze made my nipples harden and heat rushed to my face in embarrassment. I knew Reagan was getting the same treatment, but it was still super hard for me. Mainly because I could feel my clit swelling and I knew Uncle Tyler would see it too.
