Page 35 of His Little Garnet

ChapterTen

Chadka

Olivia has been different since the day I first took her to the clinic. She hasn’t said anything specific, but she’s been working harder to get stronger. That had been my hope all along. I’d wanted her to see the other Little girls and decide to do the hard work to get back on her feet.

But something else is going on. I can’t put my finger on it. She hasn’t said much. She takes her bottles and lets me change her without complaint, but she’s otherwise quiet a lot of the time.

I need her to talk to me. I wasn’t kidding when I said I miss her. I know it’s weird, but she’s my mate, and we’re disjointed. Physically, the connection is stronger and growing, but emotionally, not so much.

I want her to be able to talk to me. I want to know her heart. I want her to look me in the eye and smile and giggle and share her thoughts and desires. I also want to watch her fall apart in my arms, scream out her releases, gasp when I fill her with my cock.

She’s not ready for that last part, but my heart aches to connect with her.

It’s late afternoon. I took her to the clinic with me again today. She’s gotten bolder and more willing to talk to other Little girls who come in. I keep a close eye on her every chance I get. So do Jeikin and Thabo.

I love that she’s spent a good part of everyday playing with the toys in front of her. Her hands are strong, and her coordination is really improving, but she needs more body strength.

She’s lying on the floor now. I’m watching her out of the corner of my eye while I pretend to read across the room.

Suddenly, she rolls over onto her tummy. She’s exhausted and breathing heavily, but she’s so happy she seems to forget to be angry and calls out. “Papi, I did it!”

I couldn’t smile broader if I tried. I set my ereader down and lean forward on my elbows, giving her my full attention but not wanting to disturb her. “I knew you could. I bet you can get up on your hands and knees too, Baby girl.”

Most Little girls would have passed this stage a week ago, moved on to crawling, and be at the very least furniture surfing by now, so I’m betting Olivia can progress through the stages quickly. All she needed was the will.

She lays flat on her tummy for a few minutes, panting, trying to catch her breath. Finally, she draws her hands up under her and pushes her upper body off the floor.

Sweat builds up on her brow, and she has to repeat the action several times before she manages to hold herself aloft by her arms for several seconds. She’s shaking, but she’s not flat on the floor.

Luckily, I’ve put down some serious padding. I don’t want to intervene if I don’t have to, but it’s killing me. I’m worried she’ll be angrier than she already is if I don’t let her do this on her own.

Arms shaking violently, she takes a deep breath and pulls her knees up under her.

I’m bursting with pride. So damn happy for her. She’s wobbly as fuck and struggling to hold herself in this position, but she’s adorable too. Her breasts are hanging, swaying with her trembling. So very sexy.

I never knew I could want anyone as badly as I want my Little girl. But I need her to want me too. I need her to ask for it.

Suddenly, her little arms give out, and she goes crashing face first toward the padded floor.

I lurch forward. There’s no way to stop her from falling. I’m too far away, but instinct has me rushing toward her, heart pounding.

Other men who have claimed their Little girls warned me about the heart-pounding fear they sometimes feel when anything happens to their Baby girl. I get it now. I’m freaking out, even though I know she’s not going to be seriously injured from her arms giving out. There’s enough padding under her to break a fall from the ceiling. But that doesn’t stop me from panicking.

I’m at her side, rolling her onto her back in seconds. “Are you okay, Baby girl?” I brush a few loose hairs from her face. I’d put it in a high ponytail this morning.

I’m so concerned that it takes me a moment to realize she’s giggling. “I did it, Papi,” she repeats softly.

“You sure did.” I can’t resist scooping her up into my arms and holding her tight against my chest. My heart rate calms as I rock her, burying my face in her hair and inhaling her scent. I need this contact. I may never let her go.

Eventually she wiggles in my grip. “You’re squishing me, Papi.”

I grin as I slowly release her enough to hold her out a few inches. I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor, my girl in my lap. I’ve never been so happy. “I’m proud of you, Olivia.”

She licks her lips and glances at my mouth. “Will you kiss me, Papi?”

My breath hitches. Sweetest words I’ve ever heard. “I’d love nothing more, but if I taste your lips, I probably won’t be able to keep from kissing every inch of your body,” I warn her.

She flushes a pretty pink. “I think I’d like that.”

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