Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Tinsley

I held Daddy's and Uncle Tyler's hands as we walked through the tiny town again. We were going to meet Hazel and her Daddy for breakfast and then Daddy said we had something super special to do.

I hoped it was more orgasms. The night before, he and Uncle Tyler had taken turns kissing my kitty over and over, but they wanted me to heal before we had more sex. I missed the intimacy of feeling them hovering over me.

"What do you think you're gonna have for breakfast today, Teenie?"

"Hmmm, let me think," I teased like I hadn't eaten pancakes or waffles every morning this week.

"I think maybe you'll have an omelet," Daddy said.

I gasped. "I would never eat Count Cluckula's babies."

Uncle Tyler laughed and then squeezed my hand. "You are a Little bundle of joy."

"I think maybe I will have pancakes."

"Shocker," Daddy teased.

I waved at Hazel when I saw her already sitting at a table with her Daddy.

She waved, slid her chair back, and ran toward us. I giggled when her Daddy snagged her by the back on her overalls and put her back in her chair. She frowned at him. He leaned forward to tell her something, but she poked his face.

"Oh my," Uncle Tyler said.

I giggled at her blatant naughty.

"Tinsley," Daddy warned under his breath just as we reached the table.

Uncle Tyler pulled my chair out and I sat beside Hazel. Her Daddy was still scolding her, so I didn't say anything. I didn't want to make it worse for her.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

"Good morning," her Daddy said, addressing the table.

"Good morning," Daddy and Uncle Tyler replied.

"We're glad you could join us," Daddy added.

"I need to go potty, Daddy," Hazel said softly.

My heart hurt for her. I hoped she wasn't embarrassed.

He looked conflicted. "Go and come right back, baby."

"I can go with her."

He looked at me and then to my Daddy. "Is that okay?"

Daddy nodded even though he didn't look very sure. "Come right back, okay?"

A nervous feeling filled my tummy. This was gonna end badly. I just knew it.

"Okay, Daddy."

We stood and left the table. We walked through the doors that separated the bathrooms from the rest of the restaurant, but Hazel stopped outside the bathroom.

"Do you have any dollars?"

I nodded.

"How many?"

I pulled them from my dress pocket and counted. "Twenty-six." They were my good girl dollars Daddy and Uncle Tyler were taking me to spend later.

She pulled some from her pocket and counted. "I have twenty-two."

I wondered why we were counting our money. Did it cost to go potty?

"Do you like stuffies?"

"Yes."

"Do you wanna go on a ‘venture?"

"Uh. Is it a naughty adventure?"

"Yes."

My bottom was still very sore from my spanking the other day and I had such a nice day planned with Daddy and Uncle Tyler.

"No, but you can go."

She looked sad, but nodded. "Okay, can you count to five and then go back to the table?"

"Okay." I agreed.

She walked toward the emergency exit door and opened it.

"Can you count in Mississippis?"

"One Mississippi," I started.

She exited the door and I made it to "three Mississippi" before I got worried.

I ran back through the door and into the restaurant. Her Daddy stood when he saw my concerned face.

"Hazel goed on a naughty adventure!" I blurted out.

Elliot

Kneeling in front of Tinsley, I took her hands in mine. "You did the right thing, baby."

"We're so proud of you, Teenie," Tyler assured her.

"I tattled."

My heart hurt for her. She just felt things so big. It was hard to understand that sometimes doing the right thing didn't always feel good. Thankfully Dawson caught Hazel before she'd gotten too far. Our plans for the morning had been canceled. He'd texted us to apologize and explained today was the anniversary of Hazel's grandmother's death. She was grieving and processing the best way her Little could. I assured him we understood and had done my best to explain it to our Little one, but the news had just made her feel worse.

"You did tattle, but tattling when someone is being unsafe is okay. I promise tomorrow Hazel will be so thankful you did. Even though she really is a grown-up, she still could have been hurt. Someone could have tried to hurt her because she was alone, or because she was feeling sad, she could have hurt herself because she wasn't thinking clearly," Tyler explained. Bless him.

Tinsley nodded. I hated that she looked so down, though.

"Can I use my good girl dollars to buy her a stuffie?"

"I think that's a beautiful idea," I told her. "How about at the shop with all the bears on the roof?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yas."

"Oh, a shop with bears on the roof?"

"Yas-huh, Uncle Tyler. We can show you," Tinsley said, standing and taking his hand. He snagged my hand. "Thank you for sharing the sweetest Little girl in the world with me." I kissed the back of his hand, much like I did Tinsley's.

"I'm glad you're here with us."

Tinsley led us all the way to the shop, her determination admirable. I waved at the woman who owned it, and she came over to help.

"Well, hello, my new friends. I'm so glad you came back to visit."

"We need to buy a special stuffie," Tinsley said, cutting straight to the chase.

"Oh, well, I have a lot of those. Who is it for?"

"Hazel. She's having a hard day."

"Aw, poor Hazel. I bet she's so glad to have a friend like you to love her on hard days."

Bless you, random woman who knows the perfect thing to say to our hurting Little girl.

" Do you know why she is having a hard day? Is she sick?"

"No, her grandmother died a year ago today and she has big feelings."

"Oh my! I have the perfect stuffie for your friend. I just got this one in."

Tinsley followed the woman over to a shelf and inspected a pink bear. She smiled, nodded, and then hugged the lady before running back over to us.

"Look!" she exclaimed, holding out the bear. It wore a tiny shirt that said, ‘I Love Grandma' .

"That's perfect, baby!"

"Great choice, Teenie," we praised.

She proudly paid for the bear before leaving the shop.

"How do we get it to Hazel?"

"Maybe we can text Dawson and try to reschedule breakfast for tomorrow?"

"Who's Dawson?" she asked, her forehead wrinkled in confusion.

Laughing, I ruffled her curls. "That's Hazel's Daddy."

"Oh."

"What did you think his name was, Teenie?"

"Dr. Hazel's Daddy."

Tyler and I shared a laugh before hugging her between us. "You are my favorite blessing I've ever had, Teenie," Tyler admitted. Damn, I was so lucky to have both of them in my life.