I woke up this morning cuddled up to my babygirl, as I look to my left I see all of her stuffed animals scattered across the bed, and as I look to my right I see her curled into my side sucking on her pacifier. I kiss her head and put some pillows around her so she doesn't fall while I'm downstairs. I make my way to the kitchen, to make coffee and start on babygirl's breakfast. As I'm turning on the coffee pot, I think back to how this all started.
Brittany and I had been dating since high school, and now we're living together, with our own place in New York. Brittany had made me my favorite breakfast and we sat down and talked about what I had saw her looking up on her laptop last night.
"Britt... I'm not going to judge you. I promise you. I love you and nothing will ever change that."
She looked down. Her crystal blue eyes filled with nervous tears. "Promise?" She mumbled quietly.
"I swear." Of course I would swear. I love Britts with all of my heart and soul, and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't interested in infantilism too.
"I want to do infantilism, age play, whatever you wanna call it."
I nodded, and held both of her hands. "Okay. Let's find out some more information and then we can do it."
Brittany was surprised by my reaction, she looked up at me confused. "R-really?" She smiled that adorable smile she does when she's nervous.
"Yes really." I smiled that smile that's only for her.
Six months later, here I am with my one year old baby girl upstairs in my bed sleeping soundly. Brittany has her own crib. We've tried to use it as much as possible, but neither of us like it. We can't sleep the whole night through without being next to each other, so the crib only gets used for nap time. I hear a soft whimper coming from the baby monitor, babygirl's up early today. I guess she missed Mami's cuddles. It's kind of cold today.
