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Chapter 8 | Little Space

Constance

"Sweetheart? You've gotta get up, we need to get some dinner in that belly of yours," I hear a voice say from above me. I groan and cuddle more into the warm, hard pillow I'm cuddling. "Come on, hun."

"Go way!" I huff, holding on for dear life as someone tries to shake me gently awake. I feel a hand go to my bum and I swat it away, wanting to sleep. The hand comes back and I'm too slow and weak with sleep to push it away.

"Sweetie, you're wet. You had an accident," I hear the voice say and as soon as it registers, I tear up.

"I sorry! Pease no hurt me!" I cry out, holding tighter. An arm wraps around me and gently lifts me. "No!"

"Don't scream at me," the voice hushes me and silent tears drip from my mostly closed eyes. "It was an accident, you didn't mean to, it's okay. It only got on one blanket, you're alright. But we have to get you in the bath, okay?"

I sniffle and nod against his chest, trying to shrink myself. He leans us over and starts the water, adding in bubbles.

When he's done, he tries to set me down but a scream pries itself out of my mouth.

"I'm just putting you down so you can get undressed sweetheart, it's okay," he hushes me and rocks me back and forth.

"Nuh! I dun wanna be wone!" I whine, gripping his shirt like my life depends on it.

"Do you want me to take a bath with you?" he suggests, I might regret it later but honestly, I don't care.

"Yes, pease!" I cry.

"Okay, I'll take a bath with you but I need to get you undressed,"

I whimper but let him set me on the ground, though I keep a handful of his shirt to keep him close.

"Are you okay with me undressing you?" He crouches and aks me while looking me in the eye.

"Mhm," I hum while avoiding eye contact.

"Look at me, I need to know you're okay with it,"

"I's otay wit it..." I mumble, looking at him.

"Okay, raise your arms," I do so and he pulls the hoodie gently off of me, my arms cover my chest as he pulls my shorts and panties off, then lastly, my socks.

"Let's get you in there," he says while picking me up and trying to place me in the tub. I whimper.

"Yous said bath wit me.."

"I need to get undressed too, sweetie," He laughs. I pout and nod, allowing him to place me in the tub.

He starts taking off his shirt and pants, but a blush covers my cheeks when I see his boxers.

Will he take those off, too?

Then he reaches down, a squeal leaves my lips and I cover my eyes. After a few seconds pass, he chuckles.

"You can look now,"

I peek from my fingers and see that he only took his socks off and I let out a sigh of relief. He leans over and joins me in the tub.

Scooting back towards him, I grab his hand and hold lightly to it. He chuckles again and grabs a lufa and squirts soap onto it then tries to rub it in but is having a lot of trouble.

I giggle and rub the lufa with my spare hand. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Smiling up at him, I notice how he's a little tense and I frown a little.

"Why tense?" I mumble sadly.

Does he not like taking baths with me? I hope I didn't make him unhappy, he's probably mad.