“Not exactly what I meant, as cute as your pajamas are.” He made a note of something. “How old is your Little? Or how young does she regress to?”
“Um. Well, I don’t know if I’ve ever really thought about it.”
“What do you like other than playing with Lego?”
“I don’t . . . I don’t know. I’ve never done much more.”
“Coloring?”
She wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. “Oh, I thought it would be nice to have a veterinary service. Where I could be like the vet and take care of all the animals . . . but that’s probably silly since I already have my very own live pets.”
“Bébé, we need to get something clear. Nothing that you do or want could ever be considered silly. Understand? I am not going to judge you. So just tell me what you want. It’s my job to get it for you. Within reason. I won’t ever do anything that will harm you.”
“All right,” she whispered. “I guess I don’t regress to being a baby. I don’t want to wear diapers. I’m not really interested in sleeping in a crib.”
“Hmm, we’ll see. You could always take naps in it. Or in the bed. Training pants? Or are you fully toilet trained?”
“Fully toilet trained,” she said in a high-pitched voice.
“All right, we’ll see how you go. Especially during naps.”
“I don’t really have time for naps.”
“What else do you have to do here, Bébé?”
She thought about that for a moment. He wasn’t wrong. What else did she have to do? She didn’t have a job to go to. Sure, she had her babies, but they didn’t take up all of her time.
“I have to walk the dogs, feed all of them, play with them.”
“That’s not going to take all day. And I’m here to help. With that and everything else. Like I said before, if you wanted to spend most of your time in Little headspace, I would fully be behind that.”
“You would?”
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready just yet for that.” But the idea intrigued her. “How long do you think we’ll be here for?”
“I don’t know, Bébé. I’m hoping that it won’t take them too long to find Vince and the person threatening your father, if that’s a different person. But I also hope we get some time here to ourselves.”
So did she. She definitely wasn’t objecting to that aspect.
“You ever thought about a pacifier?” he asked.
“I don’t . . . I’m not young enough for a pacifier,” she told him. Although the idea of having something to suck on intrigued her. “I did hear that it can help get you to sleep. Sometimes I have trouble sleeping.”
“You don’t have to be a certain age to have a pacifier. A lot of Littles of all ages use them. You could try it. If you don’t like it, you can get rid of it.”
“Um, all right. But we don’t have any of that stuff.”
“I’m going to put in an online order.”
“You are? Do they deliver out here?”
“They will to the nearest town. We can go in and pick it up. All right, I have a few things to go on. But right now, there’s one thing we need to do.”
“What’s that?” she asked, wondering what it was.
Please let it be playing with Lego.
