Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Elliot

"You sure we're good for tomorrow?" Tyler asked.

"Yep!' I knew there was no point in trying to assure him things would go well. He'd just have to see for himself.

"Maybe you guys need more time together. I can always come Friday. She thinks this entire trip is just for you two."

"Yes, and we've had a few days together. My Little girl is full of Daddy love and now we're ready for part two of our plan. Plus, she misses you."

"I think you're just saying that because you're worried she's going to smother you in your sleep after you almost let her get eaten by an alligator."

I scoffed. "That's so untrue. She's totally forgiven me." I hoped anyway.

"She's going to run away with me. She believes you're scary and that you tried to feed her to ‘gators. She sent me a carrier pigeon."

"You fucking liar." I laughed.

"I hope you don't kiss your Little girl with that filthy mouth."

Rolling my eyes, I stood and walked into the bedroom to check on my Little one. She was still sleeping deeply after all her orgasms.

"I'll be there by breakfast in the morning. I'll let you know when I leave the house. I received confirmation from the front desk. They have a key waiting for me."

"Sounds good. Tinsley is going to be so excited. This will be huge for her—for us."

We worked out a few more details before ending the call. I was straightening the kitchen area when the sound of tiny feet running hit my ears.

"Tinsley?" I called, concern evident in my voice.

"Halp, Dada!" she cried back. I ran through the sitting area and almost plowed my baby over.

She climbed up me and I wrapped her right in my arms.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong, baby?"

"Scared," she sobbed into my shoulder. Patting her naked back, I swayed her back and forth. "What scared you, little one?"

"Bad d-dream."

"Aw, baby. I'm sorry." I kissed her forehead and carried her to the oversized chair in the living area. "I'm so sorry you had a bad dream, but I promise you're safe now."

We rocked for several minutes before her breathing slowed enough I felt like she could talk to me.

"Can you tell Daddy what the bad dream was about?"

"Nu."

"That's okay, baby," I assured her. "You don't have to tell Daddy right now, as long as you know it wasn't real and whatever it was that scared my girl so badly, can't really hurt you."

She nodded into my neck and even though I wasn't happy with her answer, I knew that I would have to be satisfied for right now.

"How about a warm baba?"

Another nod into my neck.

I carried her into the kitchen and made quick work of fixing her a warm bottle. Settling us into an oversized rocking chair, I held the bottle to her mouth. She latched and started to nurse the adult Little girl sized nipple. I patted her diapered bottom, hoping to calm her racing heart. A shiver racked through her and I frowned. It must have been one hell of a nightmare.

She finished her bottle. I stood, carrying her into the bedroom and locating her pacifier. Sucking the nipple hard, she seemed to unwind a tiny bit. I laid her in the bed and soothed her whines while I climbed in beside her. "Daddy's right here, baby." I pulled her close, and flipped on the television.

"Moobie?" she asked around the nipple. Television during bedtime was a "no-no" rule in our house, but tonight I felt like she needed it.

"I think it might chase the rest of the bad dream away, what do you think?"

She gave a tiny nod. I found a Barbie movie she loved and started it.

"Barbie!" she babbled in excitement.

I patted her butt as she rolled on her side and snuggled into me.

Several long minutes went by before she pulled her peep-pie out of her mouth.

"You died."

"In your dream, baby?"

"Yeah. We were tubing in the lake and we didn't know it was taking us to the waterfall. You went over before I could warn you."

"Oh, baby, that was a terrible dream," I said, wrapping my arms around her tighter.

She shivered again and I pulled the quilt over her.

"It's okay, baby."

"Just a bad dream."

"That's right, baby, just a bad dream. You're safe here with Daddy," I promised, patting her bottom. It took a while, but eventually she fell back to sleep. I spent several hours just holding her, before I joined her in dreamland.

Tyler

The hotel door opened before I could get the keycard out of my pocket. Elliot hugged me tightly.

"Miss me?" I teased him, returning the hug the best I could. My arms were full of bags and luggage.

"I did, actually. And I was worried about you."

His concern was sweet. "I'm fine. I promise. I went to therapy yesterday; he said he's pleased with my progress and he feels like the medication combination is working well."

"That's great, Tyler. Why didn't you tell me that yesterday, dammit?" he complained, moving back so I could enter the room.

Laughing, I shoved a large diaper box into his chest. "I was pretty busy packing and grabbing the things you forgot."

He grinned sheepishly, taking the box. "Thank you. I have no idea how I didn't bring enough diapers. I haven't said a word to Tinsley, but we were down to two."

Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes and lugged my suitcase through the door.

"You're sure this is what you want to do?" I asked, setting everything down in the large kitchen.

"Try again," he said, propping up against the counter and crossing his arms. I hated that he could read me so well. "Don't pretend this concern is just for Tinsley. What are you feeling anxious about?"

"I am worried this will mess everything up."

"Define everything."

"You're a bossy son of a bitch," I griped.

"That's nothing new, now what do you mean?"

"She and I have such a sweet relationship, what if this ruins it? What if it was just a fantasy? What if it isn't something she wants to live full time? What if I lose her and then you? You both mean so much to me."

"Oh, Tyler, how long have you been worrying about this?"

"Just since yesterday."

He shot me a ‘you're full of shit' look.

"Since you guys left," I admitted.

"Buddy, I'm sorry. I knew you were anxious last night, but I didn't realize it would run so deep. I should have known your anxiety about this would play up while we were gone."

His compassion and concern for me, and for others around him was one of the things I loved about Elliot the most. He didn't care that I wasn't always in charge of my emotions. He didn't mind when I had bad days.

"You aren't a mind reader, and I know I could have called you, but I really wanted Tinsley to have some alone time with you."

"We can discuss all the things wrong with your thinking—and lack of communication—later, but let's go ease your mind," he said, before grabbing my arm and pulling me into the bedroom.

Tinsley

I woke to soft kisses being pressed to my cheeks. Smiling, I snuggled into the warm body. It took me a minute to realize the body didn't smell like Daddy, it smelled like… My eyes shot open and I sat up like a shot.

"Uncle Tyler!"

"Hey, Teenie!"

"You're here!"

"I am!"

"For how many longs?"

"Until Sunday."

I squealed and hugged him again.

Daddy laughed from behind me. "Well, that's a happy girl!"

I hadn't even seen him in all my excitement.

"Uncle Tyler's here!" I yelled.

"I know! We have something to talk to you about, baby."

I froze on the bed. Oh no.

"It's not bad news, little one. Daddy's sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he said, setting his steaming mug of coffee on the nightstand, and lifting me into his lap.

"Not bad news, just different news," Uncle Tyler assured me. He took one of my hands in his.

"Do you remember several months ago after we'd had a bit too much wine on the patio?" My heart dropped to my belly and I could feel the heat rushing to my face. I knew exactly what night he was talking about. Looking at Tyler, I could tell right away that Daddy had talked to him about my drunken admission of wanting to be in a ménage with Tyler. It had started with us talking about some things we wanted to try during our sexy times, but when I blurted out my desire to be taken by two men, Daddy had dug deeper. He'd gotten the full truth out of me eventually. Still, I couldn't believe he'd shared that with Tyler. With a knot in my tummy, I snuck a glance at each of them. They didn't look upset. No, they looked… excited.

I frowned and nodded.

"What did we talk about, baby?"

"That I w-wanted to have sex with two men." My Little had retreated. She was hiding inside of me until she knew it was safe again. What was happening right now?

"Yeah, and then we talked about it a bit more, right?"

I nodded again before finding a random string on Daddy's shirt to play with. Nerves made me anxiously twist it around my finger.

"What did we learn?" Daddy prompted.

Tears pricked my eyes. I didn't want to admit any of the things we'd talked about, but Daddy would never hurt me in any way, including my feelings, so I knew there had to be a reason behind all of this.

"That I didn't want to have sex with two men at the same time, I wanted to be intimate with you and Tyler at the same time."

"You're such a brave baby," Daddy praised, even though I wasn't in Little space at the moment. He kissed the top of my head and held me tighter. "Then what did we realize?" he prompted.

"That I wanted Tyler to be in our relationship more than just casually. I wanted him to be a whole part, like I'm a whole part, and you're a whole part." My voice broke at the end of the sentence and Tyler scooped me off of Daddy's lap.

"Hey, no bad feelings, Teenie. I'm not upset at all. I'm actually relieved," Tyler admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks were pink too. I felt a bit better knowing he was embarrassed or, at least, nervous too.

"You're… relieved? Why?" I was sure it wasn't every day your best friend's wife admitted she wanted you to join their marriage, especially their ‘never been open before' marriage.

"Because I very much want to be a part of this relationship too."

"You do?"

"I wouldn't want to be in this type of relationship with others, but you two are a different story. I have loved you both for a long time. A lot longer than I think you've had feelings for me."

I was a bit baffled at his admission. I didn't have this in my 2024 Vacation Bingo Card at all. "I s-still love Daddy, though." Fear that he would feel abandoned filled me. I just needed to make sure both of them understood.

"Oh, Teenie. I know you do. This has nothing to do with you not loving Elliot and has everything to do with you being willing to admit you needed something just a tiny bit different," Tyler said.

"I have never doubted your love for me or the strength of our marriage, baby. I am so proud we have the type of relationship where you can admit needs like this to me, even if it took several glasses of wine to get you to blurt them out."

A small laugh worked its way out of my body. This felt surreal but I was starting to relax, and feel maybe just a bit better.

"I know you're embarrassed, baby. You don't need to be. I believe you stumbled upon something all three of us needed," Daddy said.

"How would it work?" I asked, noticing how both Daddy's and Tyler's faces relaxed just the smallest bit. They really did want this for us.