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T insley

“I don’t want to,” I cried, kicking the legs of the chair Papa had placed me on.

“I know you don’t, baby, but I want you to trust me on this.” He took my hand and knelt in front of me.

“I don’t wanna do that either,” I yelled. I was so angry. It felt like I’d swallowed a bomb and it was exploding inside of me.

“Tinsley, I know you’re upset, but we don’t yell at Papa. Reach inside of you and find your nice words,” Daddy scolded.

Swallowing, I nodded. “Mmm, sorry, Papa.” I didn’t mean to be so angry, I just hated his and Daddy’s idea.

Papa reached out and stroked my cheek gently. “Thank you, Teenie. Can we talk about what’s bothering you now?”

I nodded.

“Do you think we can talk about it calmly and respectfully?” Daddy asked.

I nodded again.

“Why are you so upset, baby?” Papa asked me, still holding my hand.

“I don’t want to meet Tifton wearing a baby dress.”

I didn’t. I adored being Daddy and Papa’s baby, but that didn’t mean I wanted to meet Papa’s stepbrother dressed like one. We’d been getting ready for bath time, but when Daddy laid out the pink princess dress on the bed, I’d panicked and thrown a fit. Daddy had set me in a chair to have some calm down time.

“I know, Teenie. New things are hard sometimes, but you are our baby and I want Tifton to get to meet you genuinely. You pretending to be a big girl would be hard on you and it would be dishonest. Plus, Tifton is well aware of our arrangement,” Papa said.

I knew that, but there was a big difference between Tifton hearing I was a Little and Tifton seeing I was a Little.

“You can always use your safeword if this is something you absolutely do not want to do and you know we won’t be upset with you, not even a tiny bit, but I want to make sure you understand why you’re not doing it,” Daddy said, kneeling beside Papa.

“If you want to meet Tifton as an adult because you’re not ready to introduce that side of yourself to him because it’s special, that’s okay,” Papa said.

“Or if you want to meet Tifton as an adult right now and meet him as our Little girl once you get to know him better, that’s okay too,” Daddy added.

“But if you want to meet him as an adult because you’re scared he will judge you or won’t like you, then that’s not okay. That’s fear and we don’t let fear control us, do we?” Papa asked.

“No, Papa,” I answered.

“And do you believe Papa and I would let anyone be judgy or mean around our special girl?” Daddy asked.

I shook my head. No, they wouldn’t ever expose me to someone like that.

“So the choice is yours, Teenie, but search your heart and make sure you’re making the right choice for the right reasons, okay?” Daddy asked.

“Okay, Daddy,” I answered, nodding.

“Alright, now let’s get our baby in the bath. Regardless of your headspace when we meet Tifton, you’re our Little one right now,” Papa said, scooping me from the chair.

“Barbies?”

“They’re already in the tub waiting for you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. I breathed in his scent and willed my tight body to relax.

His large hand rubbed up and down my back while the other wrapped around me, holding me to his body tightly.

“It’s going to be okay, Teenie. Papa would never let anyone be unkind to you. Big or Little,” he said.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too, Little girl.”

***

Laying on the big bed, I waited while Daddy put a fresh diaper on me.

“I’m proud of you for deciding to be our Little girl tonight,” Daddy said.

My skin heated at his praise.

“Do you want pink dinosaurs, baby duckies, or red crabs?” he asked, clearly sensing my embarrassment. I was scared of meeting Tifton in Little space, but I was being so very brave! Just like Papa.

Tapping my chin, I thought about my choices. “Red crabs!”

“Good choice!” Papa said from the closet. I think he was getting dressed.

“Come out of the closet, Papa. You don’t hasta hide in there. Be proud of liking Daddy’s dick!” I sassed.

“Tinsley Kate,” Daddy said, laughing, “You have a very sassy mouth right now.”

Grinning, I basked in his and Papa’s soft laughter.

Papa stepped from the closet, buttoning his jeans. “It is a great dick,” he said.

“Great dick,” I agreed.

Daddy lifted my legs, before fitting my diaper around me. “Well I am going to have a big ego after all this praise.”

“Goes good wif your big dick, Daddy.”

Daddy snorted and then leaned over me. “You are such a delight, Little one. I think if everyone had a bit of Teenie in their lives, they’d be happier.”

Daddy’s words made me feel happy. I liked knowing I made his and Papa’s life better. Sometimes it was hard to really know if I was doing as much for them as they were for me. They took care of my every need and I didn’t feel like it was fair sometimes because I didn’t do very much for them, but Daddy always said it wasn’t right to measure relationships based on who did what. He said putting my trust in them meant much more to them than me making them dinner or cleaning the house and he’d been so genuine when he said it, that I believed him.

Daddy helped me sit up and then he slid my pretty dress over my head.

“How about Papa wears this pink polo to match your pretty pink princess dress?” he asked me, holding out the shirt.

I nodded and clapped my hands together. “Pink, Dada?”

“I don’t think we have another pink shirt, but I did pack a purple one that will match that purple right there,” he said, pointing to the purple dress one of the princesses was wearing.

“Okay!”

“See, now Tifton can meet us in Daddy space too. We’ll match our Little girl and he can see what a united front we are,” Papa said, coming over to the bed and kissed my forehead.

“He can see what a perfect little family we are,” Daddy added as he kissed my forehead too.

***

Elliot

Tinsley’s hand sweated in mine and I felt pangs of sympathy for her. Meeting new people was hard enough, but I’m sure she felt extra vulnerable in Little space. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze earned me a shaky smile.

“You look beautiful, Teenie. I’m so proud to be here with you tonight,” Tyler added.

“ Proud?” Tinsley asked.

“Yes, I am so proud. Introducing you to Tifton while you’re feeling exposed makes Daddy and me feel extra possessive. It’s like claiming you in front of a small part of the world. It makes us feel powerful and…” Tyler paused, struggling to find the right word.

“It brings out the dominant in us both,” I filled in.

“Yes, dominant. And I’m proud of who you are as well. Your Dada and I are so lucky to have someone so sweet and authentic as our Little one,” Tyler said.

“You really feel that way?” she asked, dropping some of her Little speech. I wondered how much her adult self worried about those things and I scolded myself for not checking in more.

“We are so blessed, Teenie. I know we say it often but we mean every word. You make this life worth living, honey. You are beautiful and sexy, but your heart is what makes us so damn proud to call you ours. You are generous, sweet, thoughtful, and loving. Your Papa and I strive to be like you everyday.”

She didn’t say anything, but she pulled her hand free and wiped her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Tyler stopped and knelt in front of her. “We love you so much, Teenie.”

She threw her arms around him and he hugged her tight. Tyler opened his arms, inviting me in and I stepped forward, sealing the hug.

We stood that way for a few seconds before we straightened and finished the short walk to the restaurant.

I held open the door for Tyler and Tinsley and Tyler surprised me by kissing me sweetly on the mouth.

“Tyler,” a huge man who favored Tyler ridiculously, shouted from a table near the back. I knew they weren’t related, but it was shocking to see how much they actually looked alike.

“Is Papa, just king sized,” Teenie whispered, echoing my thoughts perfectly. The man was much larger than Tyler, and he didn’t have any tattoos, but the resemblance they shared was uncanny.

“I agree, baby,” I said, following Tyler to the large man.

He wrapped Tyler in a hug before gripping his face in his hands. “You look so good, baby brother.”

I could only see the back of Tyler’s head from how we were standing, but I imagined he rolled his eyes.

“And who is this pretty one?” Tifton asked, when Tyler turned around.

“These are my partners Tinsley and Elliot,” Tyler said, flushing adorably.

“Hello, darlin’, can I hug you?”

Tinsley nodded and he knelt to hug her. She almost disappeared in his huge biceps. Holy shit. The guy was built like The Hulk.

He let go of Tinsley and moved towards me. “How about you? Are you a hugger?”

I laughed and opened my arms, accepting his hug. At least he was a friendly beast, which we already knew because we’d all spoken on the phone before. We really needed to start doing video calls.

“It’s so good to finally meet you both,” Tifton said, moving back and settling back into the booth. I was very surprised he fit.

Tyler slid into the booth and then helped Tinsley settle beside him before I slid in.

“You look good; hitting the gym more?” Tyler asked.

Hell, he looked like he lived in the gym.

“Yeah. I thought retirement would cause me to lose a bit of muscle, but now that I have more free time, I find myself in the gym just as much as before.”

Tifton had retired from the UFC circuit last year. He had been well known, unfortunately not to Tinsley and me who didn’t follow UFC. I think it relieved Tyler to know Tifton was going to do something less damaging to his body. Apparently that’s why we didn’t video chat. It bothered Tyler too much to see his injuries.

Before I could say anything, a waitress approached our table. “Four?” she asked, counting out menus.

“Actually five. We’re waiting on one more,” Tifton said.