Miles chuckled. The Little minx is being cheeky. He loved to see that she felt comfortable enough to joke around with him. It just meant it was another step in the right direction of making her his.
Miles: Ok, you Little minx. You might not be mine yet, but just know that when you are, there won’t be room for negotiating your bedtime.
Miles: You will have a bedtime because Little girls need all the rest they can get.
Olivia: Well it’s a good thing I’m not a little girl. Goodnight, Miles
Miles: Goodnight, Little Bunny and sweet dreams
Miles headed off to bed with a smile on his face. He already knew that she was his, but he is for certain that he’s falling in love with her. He didn’t care if people would say that it’s too soon.
He knew in his heart and mind and nothing would change that. Miles only hoped that it wouldn’t take long to convince her of that, too.
First he just has to get past the nagging feeling that she is still keeping something hidden from those around her and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
CHAPTER FIVE
OLIVIA
Olivia blew out a breath and read back over the last few messages that she had sent to Miles. She knew that it was a big risk letting out that little bit of personal information about herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie about it.
After the trauma that she went through with David, she had spent some time during her recovery from the second surgery researching social work and the programs out there for women who are in her situation.
She was quite upset at the lack of resources there were. It was disheartening to know that there wasn’t much support for helping women and children out of abusive homes and relationships.
Olivia had made a promise to herself that day that if she ever had the opportunity to go back to school for something, it would be social work with a focus on battered women and children.
She wanted to be able to give someone else the help with their situation that she had longed to have when she was running from hers.
Pushing those silly dreams aside, because she knew that until she was free there would never be a hope of that, Olivia decided to soak in the tub again and try to relax.
Filling up the tub, she reached under the bathroom counter and pulled out the secret stash of things she kept there.
While she didn’t normally let her Little side out, tonight she felt like it was necessary. Olivia kept a handful of items that she enjoyed using while in Littlespace and only allowed herself the opportunity to play with them when she was feeling exceptionally stressed or emotional.
Dumping a cap full of the lavender baby soap, Olivia turned and picked out a few bath toys while the tub continued to fill.
Choosing a rubber duck and bunny, some bath crayons, and the floating bubble maker, she dumped them all in before turning off the tap.
No Little time would be complete without a special drink. Knowing the water would still be hot when she got back, Olivia dashed into the kitchen and dug out her baby bottle from the back of the cabinet and filled it up with plain milk.
She giggled at the thought that crossed her mind. Rae hated plain milk and was known for throwing fits when she had to drink it.
Olivia didn’t understand why Raelyn didn’t like it. She personally found it very delicious and often drank milk over anything else.
She would drink chocolate or strawberry milk every once in a while, but normally just preferred plain. It was healthier for her anyways and she didn’t mind the taste.
Stripping her clothes as she headed back into the bathroom, Olivia slid down into the warm bath that awaited her. Taking a deep breath, she let all the tension of today seep from her body.
This was exactly what she needed. She felt somethingbrush against her leg and looked down to see the rubber bunny floating beside her.
“Well hello there, Hoppers. It’s so nice to see you today.”
She took a sip of her milk before setting it aside to pick up the bath crayon she had set on the side of the tub.
“Would you like to draw a pretty picture with me, Hoppers? You and Mr. Quacks can help me pick out the right colors.”
Grabbing the purple crayon, Olivia started drawing a pretty field of flowers on the side of the wall.
