Henry pressed his lips together. So, I thought I'd give you a call and see if you would like to Foster her, before I went down the list of the other available Fosters in Huntersville. Luca had read the application the Little had submitted to Huntersville in hopes of being accepted into their private bubble of a world, and as he did the more he thought about Henry, she ticked so many of the boxes Henry had marked down as seeking in a Little, though she had a past and some troubles, Luca didn't think it was anything that would keep them from clicking and making a perfect and adorable Daddy and Little couple.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and Henry opened it to Luca's assistant, Daniel, who smiled at Henry brightly and handed him the file and went on his way. Taking a deep breath, Henry took the file upstairs to his office and sat down.
He flipped the file open and was greeted with a sweet photo of a young woman with beautiful eyes and shoulder length hair. She had the sweetest, but shyest smile on her face and Henry could tell she wanted to glance away from the camera as the photo was being taken of her; it made Henry grin as he set it on his desk, then continued on with her file, finding out her name.
He read where she was originally from and when her birthday was. She was dainty and what caught Henry's attention was her background; she'd never had a Daddy before, but a boyfriend, that she had recently broken it off with, and what looked like to Henry, was an abusive relationship, causing her to be very timid and shy.
That worried Henry to a degree, he didn't want her to be afraid of him or have a hard time trusting him, but he was willing to try and work on that with her.
Henry stared at her file for a moment longer, biting his lip. Henry sat on the overstuffed sofa in Luca's office in the town hall of Huntersville, the Little's file in his hands.
He had already read her file twice since the night before, but he wanted to be familiar with her, on paper, as much as he could be, before meeting her in person; in twenty minutes.
On paper, she was shaping up to be the perfect Little for him. She was an Adult Baby, which was what Henry wanted, so he already had it on his list to find out what she had brought with her and what gear he would need to provide for her from the Huntersville shopping center, since all Henry had in the way of a set up for a Little was the nursery connected directly to his master bedroom, patiently awaiting the day he brought a Little into it.
I suppose she and I won't be either, but to a degree, we'll be more serious than Mia and I were. I feel like I work a normal nine to five, instead of huge movie and tv productions. A soft knock sounded on Luca's office door, then opened to Daniel, who smiled at Luca and then at Henry.
Henry gulped and took a deep breath to gather and calm his nerves, knowing she was going to be just as, if not even more nervous and possibly scared of her new surroundings and the prospect of him fostering her for an unknown amount of time, so he wanted to make a good first impression and put her at ease, when they finally met.
Luca stood up and Henry followed him out of his office and down the hall to a conference-like room, where they found her with Daniel, who was keeping her company, until they arrived. Henry easily met her eye as he moved into the room, since Luca was several inches shorter than him, and felt both his heart and his stomach clench, gulping thickly. Your hair was a little bit longer than it was in the photo and pulled up into a bun, no doubt to help keep you cool under the hot California sun.
You had on a breezy, cream colored tank top and cute short shorts, that had hugging and smiling marshmallows on them, that made Henry smirk, with ankle socks and easy, slip-on shoes. Everything about you screamed; Little , to Henry's internal Daddy.
Especially, your cute shorts and the fact you had shoes with no laces, told him the rough level of your Age Play, without him having looked at your file. You were a Baby all right, and if you weren't fully in Little Space, there was a high chance you were a Toddler, too young of a Toddler to know how to tie your own shoes, needing the slip-ons when you were in that degree of Little Space, just to put them on, when you needed them.
He felt his hands tingle to take a hold of you, to fold you into his arms and never let you go, to protect you inside of them forever and ever, to coddle and spoil you. You set off his Daddy in every way possible and Henry loved every bit of it. You looked at his hand, met his eyes and looked at his hand again, then dropped your eyes to the floor, before extending your hand and taking a hold of Luca's, gently. Henry tilted his head as he observed you, he knew you were timid, it had been noted in your file, but he wasn't sure if your reaction to Luca wanting to shake your hand was a product of your being timid or just nervous.
Henry looked back at you and was slightly surprised to find your eyes on him. But, your eyes regarded him softly, with a curiousness that seemed to be muffled in thick cotton, as if you feared anything, but a blank expression would cause him to react negatively towards you. Wanting to disprove that possible theory and just wanting you to feel at ease with him; Henry smiled brightly at you.
Henry here has agreed to be your foster Big. You slowly extended your hand to him, still holding his eyes. You bit your lip, feeling Henry gently slip and close his big hand around yours, but he didn't squeeze, he just had a reassuring pressure about your hand, that gave you a small amount of ease. Henry smiled a little more at you, feeling your hand relax in his and saw a little bit more life come into your eyes; a layer of that thick cotton falling away.
You bit your lip and looked up at him, shyly, but nodded your head at him. You do know what will happen if you don't take proper care of her? I'll let you decide and will be in my office, if you need anything. Henry looked down at you and gave your hand a gentle squeeze, getting you to look up at him. You nodded your head at him, blinking softly, you were slipping into Little Space and your body hurt from sitting so long on the long flight.
Henry scanned the room and saw the one, black and large, rolling suitcase by the conference table. Henry looked at you as you edged a little closer to him as you headed for the main doors of the town hall, going for Henry's car parked out front.
It takes a little getting used to; seeing Mommies, Daddies and other Littles so out in the open like this. Henry makes a pit stop before taking you home with him, to get you settled in and start fostering you as his Little. You bit your lip and glanced away from Henry, unsure about making Little friends yourself. But, you followed Henry to his Audi RS Q8, your mouth dropped open seeing the sleek, black and electric car. You hadn't seen anything so fancy before, especially since you were about to get into it.
Henry opened the back door of his car and lifted your suitcase and put it in. Henry smiled and chuckled again. I'm sure you're exhausted and would like a nap too.
Your voice was getting smaller and your vocabulary was shifting, alerting Henry to your slipping into Little Space more and more. Henry reached out, lightly touching his fingertips under your chin and lifted your head. Right now, I just want to get you settled down and comfortable. I know you're jet lagged and the time-zones are probably going to make you a bit cranky.
He couldn't get over how cute you are and how obedient you seemed so far, and you seemed very well mannered and even tempered, but you were still very nervous and shy, and exhausted from your trip.
So, Henry was sure he wouldn't find out your true Little identity until you were all sorted out and more comfortable.
In a few days, he hoped you didn't change too much from what you were like at the moment. Though Henry had a reputation as a Brat Tamer, he wanted a sweet and loving Baby Girl, one he didn't have to tame and always put over his knee or take down to the punishment room.
You understand? You took his hand instantly and followed him through the, surprisingly, busy parking lot of the shopping center that Huntersville had. You looked around, seeing other Littles holding their Mommy or Daddy's hands, some just walked beside them, while others ran off ahead of them, their Big yelling after them to stop, slow down and come back; and mostly being ignored.
All the Littles looked different, some were dressed in almost regular clothing, giving away that they were Middles, others were dressed as Littles, onesies, overalls or cute outfits, many of their bottoms were bulky and padded with pull ups and pampers, others held stuffies, small blankets and sucked on pacis or their thumbs.
It felt surreal to you, to not only see so many Littles and Bigs, but to see them so freely in the open, smiling and waving at each other, stopping to talk and chat, before heading inside the shopping center for their items.
You had spent so long hiding your Little self from your family, friends and even yourself, that it was like jumping in a frozen lake with the first cold shock of the water. You didn't know what to do or where to look, when you finally entered the shopping center, it had everything , from regular household goods, groceries, auto supplies, a small mall and an area for everything, any kind of Little might ever like or need.
Henry paused for a moment, glanced at you and grabbed a cart, before taking you towards the Little section. Nodding his head, Henry browsed the selection of pampers and pull ups, tapping his foot on the polished, white linoleum flooring. Settling, Henry grabbed a box of zoo animal print pampers and a box of Mickey Mouse pull ups, for good measure.
With those, he grabbed baby wipes and a wipe warmer, not wanting to use cold wipes on you. After he squared away your pampers and pull ups, he directed the cart towards another aisle and reached out for a container on one of the shelves, when you delicately touched his elbow. Once Henry had the formula and rice cereal, he grabbed a couple of bottles, and even a bottle warmer, then stood in the aisle for a moment, contemplating if he wanted to get more for you, when he noticed you eyeing an adorable, elephant sippy cup with a silicone spout.
Smiling, Henry took it off the shelf and put it in the cart with the rest of the items. That should do for right now. For now, let's get this paid for and go home, then I'll get you fed and down for a nap. Melissa smiled brightly at you. Henry smiled at you, taking note that you seemed to very much have a praise kink; and winked at you. Mama has to work! It was nice meeting you. You felt a warmth in your belly as Henry called you a good girl, that you hadn't felt before.
You liked hearing him call you a good girl, you liked it when he praised you, it made your anxiety go away when he did.
Henry got you in the passenger seat and opened the back of the car to put the shopping bags in the trunk, then joined you upfront, slipping into the driver's seat.
You were no sooner inside, when a bark echoed throughout the house and a black and white, bear-looking, dog came bounding into the foyer. Henry slipped between you and Kal, body checking the Akita, so he didn't knock you over. Henry wasn't sure who was more excited, you or Kal. I don't want you going anywhere else, understood? Smiling, Henry went back out to the car and grabbed all of the shop bags and your suitcase, bringing them in and setting your suitcase down in the foyer, before taking the shop bags into the kitchen and putting them away, then setting up a bottle and dropping it into the bottle warmer.
While your bottle warmed, he turned his attention to getting you ready for your nap, after you finished your bottle.
So, he took your suitcase and pampers upstairs, before coming back down to the living room, for you. You felt your stomach swim as he picked you up, automatically wrapping your legs around his waist. You'd never been held like this before and it felt strange and disorienting, but Henry had you securely in his arms and resting on his hip, as he ascended the stairs to the second floor, where all the bedrooms were. You looked around as he took you into, what was clearly, the master bedroom and felt a qualm in your stomach, but it relaxed as he passed an open threshold to the right and entered a nursery, equipped with a rocking chair, changing table, dresser and a crib.
Henry laid you down on the changing table and stepped away, picking up one of the packages of pampers and opened it, taking out a pamper decorated with giraffes, lions and zebras, then grabbed a package of baby wipes and a small bottle of baby powder.
Taking a deep breath, he set them down on the changing table and looked at you for a moment, before curling his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and underwear, slipping them off of you, then carefully bent your legs to your chest; noticing the soft tremble of your thighs. Henry smiled softly at you, warmed. Henry narrowed his eyes for a moment, then turned to your suitcase, unzipping it and found your gray manatee stuffie right on top. Henry carried you downstairs and into the huge and lavish kitchen.
All the appliances looked professional and top of the line, from the huge, stainless steel refrigerator with a water and ice dispenser, a top of the line AGA stove, the long counters and island were topped with gray quartz, the sink was in-set into the island, the cabinets were either a warm gray or a dark wood tone, and the floors were polished wood. Henry gently bounced you on his hip, smiling at you lovingly, and stopped at the counter, where there was a small, squat window, showing a little strip of something outside, but he reached out to the bottle warmer that now sat beside his Nespresso machine.
Henry took you into the nursery, pausing for a moment to grab the Kindle Fire 8 that was tucked in the inside pocket, then turned towards the padded rocking chair in the corner by the window. He froze for a moment, paralyzed, he hadn't used any of the items in the nursery since he set them up in the room; laying you down on the changing table to put your pamper on was the first time that piece of furniture had been used since it came out of the box, the same would be true for the rocking chair and the crib.
It was surreal, and suddenly terrifying to Henry, to be using them, to be holding you as you burrowed into his muscular body, whimpering sleepily, smacking your lips together softly, your lips brushing the skin of his neck as you did. He was suddenly afraid that he wouldn't be able to take care of you properly. What if you didn't click and you weren't a compatible Daddy and Little couple? But, your soft whine pulled Henry out of his sudden insecurity, snapping him back into Daddy mode.
Yet, so sleepy and hungry. Henry gently thumbed away the droplets at the corners of your mouth and carelessly wiped them on the thigh of his jeans, then tenderly caressed your cheek, feeling the muscles of your mouth work as you drank down the bottle's contents. He felt himself, and you, relax as you sat in the rocking chair together, it really crushed many of his worries and concerns, you were completely exposed to him as you laid prone in his lap, half asleep and sucking down a bottle of baby formula as he held it for you, and you were relaxed and seemingly unconcerned by all of that, just wanting your bottle.
Henry clicked his tongue at you, sitting the bottle on the table, next to your Kindle, and shifted you in his lap again, nuzzling the side of his face against yours. You stirred some, having dozed off as you guzzled down the warm, milky and banana flavored formula, your chin resting atop Henry's broad shoulder, as he rubbed and gently patted your back.
You realized, quickly, what Henry was doing, he was burping you. It didn't really concern you that he was, you identified as a Little and an Adult Baby and a Diaper Lover.
But, you never had a Daddy before, you had always been on your own and the most you had ever allowed yourself to Little was to color, to occasionally wear a pamper or a pull up, if your parents were going away for a weekend and you could get away with it, and sleep with your stuffie and paci, that was hidden in your suitcase. So, Henry feeding you a bottle like a baby, with formula, putting a pamper on you, like a real baby, and burping you, as you rocked in the chair, was a shock, like everything else that was going on.
Especially, since you knew he was about to read to you and lay you down in the crib, your first ever crib nap. You also felt strange, only having on your tank top, a pamper and your socks, since Henry had taken off your shoes and shorts, when he pampered you, not slipping your shorts back on afterwards. Now, you sat, cradled in his wide lap, practically naked, and you could feel a pressure working its way up from your stomach to your throat, making you whimper quietly into Henry's ear, which only caused him to pat your back a little bit harder.
Giving in, you let it out, letting out a soft burp and felt Henry smile, pressing his palm to the middle of your back and rubbing in firm circles. He's a man, the Seventh son of a Seventh son. A Spook can only be a Seventh son of a Seventh son. Something about them being born in that order, makes them special, gives them, kinda, magical powers to see things, others can't. Like, ghosts and boggarts. A Spook goes around the County, what they call their area of the world, and deals with them; ghosts, boggarts, witches and so on.
No one really likes Spooks either, but they need them. I really like it. Henry stared at the Kindle as you told him about the book and thought of the Witcher books and games, a Spook sounded no different than a Witcher, like Geralt. It piqued Henry's interest in the book and the series, it sounded like a dark fantasy and Henry loved fantasy books.
He pressed his lips together and looked down at you, then smiled softly, his lips brushing your forehead. You followed the words as he read them, but your eyes slowly grew heavier with each line, before finally falling shut, lulled by a warm and full belly, jet lag and Henry's comforting voice. Henry glanced at you, grinning, as he read a few more lines, until he heard the definite change in your breathing.
Your snores were only soft exhales of breath, wafting against his neck in warm waves. But, he set your Kindle aside, still rocking for a few minutes; he didn't want to get up, he just wanted to sit there with you forever and hold you. You felt comfortable in his lap, your weight and warmth was soothing to him, he felt like he found the right Little, as if you were destined to be his, his Baby Girl, and Henry was determined to keep you.
Certainly has some demons and scars, but we'll take care of her, our sweet baby. Henry laid the soft and heavy blanket over you and smiled as you smiled in your sleep and curled up into a ball beneath it. He grabbed Dewey from on top of the changing table, to give it to you, when he watched your hand slip out from under your blanket and you put your thumb into your mouth; sucking on it.
Standing up, he leaned over the side of your crib and wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling your thumb out of your mouth and carefully replaced it with your paci and tucked Dewey beneath your blanket.
He stared down at you, head tilted, and gently rubbed your back, as he watched you suck on the transparent black paci; a contrast to the cream tank top, animal print pamper and the gray colored bed sheets he had on the crib. Henry moved over to his own bed, across from your crib, and turned on the nanny cam, his brow creased as he started setting it up.
He pulled his phone out and linked the two of them up, so he could access the audio and video feed from an app on his phone to see you in your crib and nursery, from wherever he was in the house; giving him peace of mind. With the nanny cam set up, Henry set it up so the camera was angled into your crib, looking between the cam and his phone for optimal coverage.
She's our precious baby. You moaned softly and gave your paci a gentle suck, smiling against the mouth guard and nuzzled in under your weighted blanket, content. Until you felt the bulk of your pamper move with you and the dampness of the pamper's core.
Your heart and brain started to race, you didn't remember falling asleep with a pamper on, and you never wet them when you slept. You were alarmed and horrified, how would you hide this from your parents, when you got up? Opening your eyes, your heart started to race even more, your hands shaking as you, unconsciously, hugged Dewey tighter to your chest, frightened at the sight of the crib bars in front of your face and the strangeness around you, your eyes starting to water.
In your exhaustion from jet lag and dropping so deeply into Little Space, because of Henry's experienced Daddy skills, you had forgotten where you were. You whimpered, fearfully, curling in on yourself, your body cradled into the orthopedic memory foam mattress, as you stared through the bars of the warm gray, Medford crib, looking through the open threshold to a regular master bedroom that was empty.
Your stomach turned and you sucked even harder on your paci, trying to soothe yourself, while you tried to figure out and remember where you were and why, when a big head popped up on the other side of the crib's railing, startling you.
Kal looked at you, pushing his black snout through the bars the best he could and darted his long, pink tongue out, just managing to lick your knuckles as you continued to clutch Dewey, in your terror. But, sensing your distress, Kal took two steps back and lifted his head, his curly tail as erect as it could possibly get, before he let out a piercing bark; making you press your palms to your ears. Henry was working out on his leg press, sweat pouring off his forehead in the warm room, when he heard a loud bark echo in the house and the nanny cam app on his phone let out a chirp, alerting him that the sound had come from your nursery.
He could just tell by the position you were laying in, that you were awake, but it was Kal's body language that set off most of his alarms, he knew now that Kal had only barked because there was something seriously wrong with you.
Concerned by it, He dropped his phone and rushed upstairs to your nursery, his eyes wide as he approached your crib and saw the frightened expression and tears in your eyes. You gulped as Henry held you tight in his muscular arms, your cheek pressed to his shoulder and still sucking on your paci. You were still startled and disoriented, but you remembered again where you were, the moment Henry appeared in the nursery, still a bit sweaty from his hour and a half long workout in his home gym, his face and body flushed.
But, being in his arms, pressed against his strong and solid body and knowing now that you were safe and not in some strange place, not kidnapped or something, you calmed down; nodding your head against his shoulder. You're all right, I've got you now. Henry laid you down and opened your pamper, slipping the soiled pamper off of you and tossing it into the bin, beside the table.
Henry saw you flush and your toes curl as he opened the wipe warmer, pulling out a toasty warm wipe and smiled at you softly, trying to be reassuring and casual, wanting you to get used to him changing you, touching you and taking care of you.
Henry bit the inside of his cheek, his stomach full of butterflies. Henry stayed there with you, until you fell back to sleep, then went back downstairs to the gym and finished off his work out. It was around four in the afternoon, and you were still asleep, which didn't bother Henry, he knew you were exhausted after your flight and was all right with letting you sleep for a while, but he did want you to eat and planned on waking you for dinner.
But, for lunch, Henry put together another bottle for you, adding a little more rice cereal into it. He went upstairs to the nursery and set the bottle on the table next to the rocking chair, before turning his attention to your sleeping form. Henry didn't want to wake you, so he put down your crib rail and slowly pulled back your blanket, grinning and chuckling to himself as you curled up on yourself as he did, and carefully took Dewey and your paci from you.
You whimpered, shaking your head and turning your face away from the bottle and into Henry's chest. Henry shifted, maneuvering you and getting your bottle back to your mouth, but you rejected it, pressing your lips together and causing some of the milk to dribble down your chin. Henry frowned, wiping away the spilled formula, and shook his own head, not understanding why you weren't taking the bottle. Carefully balancing you in his lap, Henry tugged his blue tank top off over his head and tossed it over the top of the rocking chair.
Almost the exact moment Henry's tank top was off, you melted into him and burrowed in against his body, rubbing your cheek against his chest and collarbone, moaning softly, as you nudge your nose against his neck and into the nook between the edge of his jaw and his earlobe.
Henry smirked as you rubbed your face against the hollow of his chest. You moaned and rubbed your cheek against his chest, for a moment, the tip of your tongue slipped out between your lips, tasting the apple and banana flavored cereal on them, you smacked your lips together at the taste, then opened your mouth, finally accepting the bottle from Henry.
Henry let out a soft and relieved sigh, and started rocking the chair. I'll need to get you on some kind of routine, of course. Henry hadn't planned or expected on fostering a Little while he was on vacation in Huntersville, let alone falling in love with you in the few short hours he had you with him, so he wasn't at all prepared for you and his Daddying skills were rusty and out of practice. He knew he would have to get you more gear; clothing, bath items, toys to play with and anything else he might and will need for you, he would need to put you on a schedule, giving you a nap time and a bedtime.
He sighed, running a hand through his curls and rested his head against the padded back rest of the rocking chair. Henry melted, as you cuddled up against him, folding your arms in against his chest, noting that you were deep into your Little Space. You looked at the plate that was in front of you and licked your lips at what was on your plate.
Henry didn't have any Little food in the house, but thanks to a good friend, who did him a favor and ran to the store for a box of mac and cheese, with the pasta that was shaped like the characters from Frozen, Henry made that for you, then tossed together the healthy, baked chicken nuggets recipe he had learned from one of his fellow Bigs, along with some peas; your brand-new elephant sippy cup sat beside your plate, full of apple juice.
Henry, himself, had his typical meal to keep in line with his diet and workout routine. Henry grinned, seeing the happy wiggle of your body as he scooped up some of your mac and cheese, and blew on it gently, before holding it up to your mouth. You opened your mouth, humming as the delicious and creamy food was deposited inside. Henry chuckled as you moaned and hummed, picking up a chicken nugget and blowing on that too, so it didn't burn your fingers and mouth, he handed it to you, letting you nibble on it, while he dug into his own dinner some, before feeding you more mac and cheese.
You held the chicken nugget in the thumb and index fingers of both your hands and nibbled on it, happily. Henry watched you as he ate, you were happy and content to munched on your chicken nuggets and eat the mac and cheese, less so when it came to the peas, but Henry was strict when it came to fruits and veggies, so he made sure you finished them off; praising you when you ate them and giving you either a sip of your apple juice or something else on your plate to replace the taste with.
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