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Dankin pats my shoulder. “You can use the room across the hall to feed her another bottle while I clear her for travel. Itshouldn’t take too long. She’s a healthy Little girl. I do want to be sure she wets herself before you put her into stasis. In a few hours, you should be on your way home.”
Everything is surreal. I’m too stunned to react as Papi crosses the hall, settles in a rocking chair, and brings another bottle to my lips. I suck it eagerly because I find myself hungry and thirsty. The flavor is strange, but delicious. I’m glad I don’t hate it.
My eyes droop as I suckle, and Papi has to jiggle me and encourage me several times to finish all of it.
I’m aware of only a few things as I drift off. One is the fact that I definitely peed myself; another is the pacifier Papi pops back into my mouth. He kisses my face a million times, murmuring about how much he loves me and how he’s going to miss me while I’m sleeping.
It’s hard to believe when I wake up I will be on another planet, but that’s my last thought before I lose consciousness.
Chapter Ten
Six months later…
Raevion
“Hey sleepy girl…” I say, encouraging Sara to open her eyes. We’ve arrived at my home, and she is still sleeping soundly in my arms.
She has been sucking her pacifier harder as her awareness comes closer to the surface, and I’m anxious to see her eyes. So anxious that I’m pacing around my great room, jostling her in my arms to get her to rouse.
Finally she blinks up at me.
I’m so relieved that my knees grow weak. I head for the couch and sit, rocking her back and forth. “There’s my pretty Little songbird. I’ve missed you so much.”
She smiles at me behind the pacifier.
I kiss her forehead. “I never had the chance to tell you what would happen when we arrived, Little one. I’m sorry about that. It’s going to take you about two weeks to regain your strength.” I stroke her cheek.
She looks agitated, her eyes darting around. She has stopped sucking. Her heart rate picks up.
“Don’t panic. You’re safe. Nothing will happen to you. I will take very good care of you while you find your strength. It will only take a few days for you to be able to speak. After that, we’ll start working on getting you back on your feet. You’ll sleep a lot. I will keep a close eye on you at all times.”
She draws in a breath and calms, thank goodness.
“It will be hard for you to stay awake for the first few days anyway. Let’s get a bottle in you and then you can rest again.” I pull the pacifier out and set it on the end table. Her little mouth is so pretty. And her eyes. I’ve missed her eyes so much.
She accepts the bottle eagerly and relaxes in my arms.
I can’t stop grinning while I feed her. Every single story I’ve heard about how agitated Little girls are when they first wake up has left me in a near panic. And yet, my girl is taking everything in stride so far.
I hate that she needs to go back to sleep. I want to spend time with her. I wish I could fast forward through the next two weeks. I can’t wait until she’s toddling around our home, exploring, laughing, playing, and most importantly filling the house with her arousal.
The fact that we had sex before we left Earth was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I loved having that memory with me for the past six months. On the other hand, it was torture knowing what it felt like being inside my precious Little girl.
Two weeks. I have to wait two weeks to claim her like that again. It’s not fair to rush Littles into awakening their sexual needs before they are strong enough to fully enjoy themselves and participate. But it’s going to be torture.
The first forty-eight hours tick by slowly, and I’m practically pulling my hair out by the time Sara finally wakes from a nap and calls out to me, “Papi?”
It’s musical. I have her on the monitor, and I rush into her nursery, grinning like a loon. “Little songbird… Say it again.”
She giggles. “Papi…” Her voice is scratchy.
I lower the side of her crib, scoop her up, and cradle her against me, hugging her tightly.
She clears her throat and tries again. “My throat feels funny,” she whispers.
I lean her back, impressed with the strength in her neck. I’m careful with her head, but it’s no longer totally limp. “It will get better every day, Baby girl. I promise.”
“Water?” She swallows.
