Chapter 1

Chapter One

Elliot

I looked down at the blond-haired princess sitting beside me at the kitchen island. She was sucking hard on her favorite pink pacifier and coloring a picture of a puppy. Short legs swung back and forth as she moved the crayon across the page. Unable to resist, I reached over and rubbed her back gently. She peeked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes so expressive.

"Hi, Dada," she babbled, her pacifier falling out of her mouth.

"Hi, baby." I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Don't I have a rule about kissing in the kitchen?" our good friend, Tyler, teased as he brought several plates to the kitchen island.

Tinsley dissolved into giggles and we both laughed at her obvious delight. "Nu," she answered, shaking her head hard enough that her curls hit me in the shoulder.

"No? I don't have a rule about kissing in the kitchen?" Tyler asked, pretending to be confused.

"Nu!"

"Hmmm, what about kissing in the bathroom?" He pulled out his own stool and sat across from us, tapping his chin as he thought.

"Nu." More giggles and flying curls filled the room.

"I definitely have one about hallway kisses, though, right?"

"Nu. Nu kissing rules."

Tyler faked a deep sigh. "I guess I need to make some then. Maybe you can help me with that today while Dada goes to do some work."

"Yas-huh, Uncle Tyler."

"Oh good. I know you're going to be the best helper ever."

"Tinsley is a good helper," she agreed, patting her chest to emphasize that she was Tinsley. Referring to herself in third person while patting herself like people didn't know who she was, was probably one of my favorite Little mannerisms she had. It was just too fucking precious.

Tyler laughed at her antics, his dog tags rattling against his chest. Those tags represented over twenty years of service and a lifetime of scars and pain. His last tour ended so horrifically that for a while there, I didn't think he would survive. Mentally or physically. He'd received inpatient help for several months and had been back home for two years. I would always be in awe of his strength.

"I'm glad you're in our life, Tyler," I admitted, feeling vulnerable.

"Me too," he agreed.

"Tinsley too."

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yas-huh."

"I think maybe you're only glad because I make the best pancakes for your belly." He leaned over the marble counter and poked her tummy. She slapped her hands over her tummy to protect it from his assault, only making him poke it more. Little girl shrieks filled the kitchen for several moments before they both settled down and started eating their breakfast.

"I'm not sure I should leave you two together. I think you might be co-conspirators," I said once I'd finished my coffee.

"I think you mean besties," Tyler teased, winking at Tinsley.

"Besties," she confirmed, blinking both eyes. Her forehead creased and she frowned. She blinked twice before grumbling, "Winking is hard."

"We'll practice it today, darlin'. We can work it in between all our misadventures," Tyler teased her.

"No misadventures," I scolded.

"Oh, all the misadventures," he countered, waggling his eyebrows at Tinsley.

She gave him a nod and a cheeky smile.

Sighing, I asked, "Why do I let you babysit again?"

"Because I'm Teenie's favorite uncle."

Tinsley looked at me and confirmed his words. "Tinsley's favorite."

It was true, I knew he was her preferred uncle and he was a damn good one too, though I hoped after this week he would be Tinsley's "Papa" instead. My Little one was always safe when I dropped her off with him. Tyler always made sure she was fed, clean, and entertained. Today they were going swimming with our friends Travis, Reagan, and Maddox.

She thought I had to go work for a few hours, but really, I was swinging by the office to settle a few things, and then going home to pack everything up. First, I was going to surprise her with a week-long vacation to Helen, Georgia and then Tyler and I were going to surprise her with something else entirely.

This trip was supposed to have happened over a year ago, but COVID had hit badly and many of my elderly patients were affected. I'd felt guilty canceling the trip, but Tinsley had been understanding.

After her drunken confession on our patio a few months ago, I was glad the trip had been postponed. My cock hardened when I thought about my Little one's reactions to Tyler and I worshiping her sweet body together, and her whispered admissions about how she really felt about him.

"Back at four?" she asked, bringing me back from my thoughts. I did usually pick her up at four; today would be earlier, though.

"Back at four," I lied.

"Call before nap?"

"Dada will call before your nap."

"Unless an emergency?"

Lifting her into my lap, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. She'd had a bit of anxiety since the Coronavirus pandemic happened and sometimes needed a little reassurance before I left.

"I will call you before your nap unless one of my patients has an emergency. I love you, Little girl." I pressed soft kisses to her face, and the tension in her jaw eased a bit.

"I love you, Dada."

"Are you going to be a good girl for Uncle Tyler?"

"Yas-huh."

"And you're going to listen to him, Uncle Maddox, and Uncle Travis around the pool?"

"Yas-huh."

"And you're going to eat all your lunch and drink your baba?"

She hesitated before nodding. Being her normal headspace age was harder with others, but we were working with her on it. Everyone wanted her to be her true self despite her embarrassment. There was nothing wrong with being a true Babygirl and we wanted her to accept that. I also thought she struggled a bit with the fact that she got aroused when Tyler cared for her. We'd talked about it several times, but it was just such a hard thing for her to accept. Hopefully acceptance would come when she realized just how deeply he adored her.

"Good girl," I praised after she agreed. Her soft skin flushed and I didn't miss the way her breathing hitched just the tiniest bit. My baby was extremely turned on by my praise as well. Tyler and I spending time with her together usually left her a needy little mess.

"And we're not going to give Uncle Tyler any trouble about changing your diapers, right?" Tyler added with an unusually stern look.

She fidgeted in my lap.

"Yas-huh," she whispered.

"I don't think Uncle Tyler could hear you, darlin'. Let's try again."

"Yas-huh," she said, only a tiny bit louder.

"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.

"You're doing so good, little girl. I am so proud of you."

"Kinda hard," I admitted, dropping back into my tiny headspace. Despite Reagan's younger age, I was still the youngest Little out of the friend group, hence why most of the Bigs called me Teenie.

"I bet it is hard, Tinsley, but you're being so brave." He dropped his head and pressed his lips to my forehead. His dog tags fell from his chest and I reached up to play with them. We stayed that way for several minutes before he wrapped the towel around me and sat me up. I was still naked under the towel.

"Alright, do you want a peanut butter sandwich or a grilled cheese?"

"Peanut butter, please."

He laughed. "I figured, and had Uncle Maddox go ahead and cut one into a flower for you."

"Pretty," I said in awe of the sandwich. How cute!

Reagan walked over and sat on the lounge chair with us. She was naked too, but she didn't seem to mind like I did.

"Are you guys all done swimming, or do you think you'll get back in after lunch?" Uncle Travis asked.

I picked at the apple slices Uncle Tyler had placed in front of me. I didn't care what we did as long as I got to put my clothes back on.

"Do you want to play with my new sidewalk chalk? I got some new ones with my good girl dollars."

I nodded at Reagan.

"We wanna play outside, Daddy."

Once we finished our lunch, Tyler laid me back down and switched out my swim diaper for a regular diaper. I covered my eyes in embarrassment. I hated this. Tears pricked my eyes. Everyone around me kept the small talk going and I appreciated them trying to help.

Once Uncle Tyler snapped my romper back together, he sat me up and pulled my hands away. "All done, little one. We're so proud of you."

"You were such a brave girl, Teenie," Uncle Maddox praised.

"The bravest," Uncle Travis added.

"Your Daddy is going to be so proud of you," Uncle Tyler said. He handed me my bottle of juice, and settled me between his legs, with my legs over his knee and my side pressed against him.

"Once you're done with your juice, you can go play with the chalk, okay?"

"Yas-huh," I answered, taking a long pull of the cold juice. Being a Baby in front of others wasn't my favorite thing, so I found comfort in my baba. We sat talking and enjoying the weather as I finished my juice. My mind drifted back to Daddy and I wondered what he was up to again.