Rebecca's mommy

Chapter 2

Emmylynns POV

I jumped at the sudden jerkiness from Rebecca as she moved away and wrapped herself up in her blankets. I heard soft sobs escaping her little body.

Me and my parents noticed how child like her side of the room was and our suspicions were answered when we noticed the little items on her bed. We didn't say anything about it when she came in and started to hide the items.

My parents and I are all part of the little/caregiver community. We've talked about my parents getting a little since I'm going to college now. They're younger parents anyway since they had be between the ages of 15 and 16 years old. I'm 20 now so it wouldn't be quite as creepy as some would think heh.

I've always wanted a younger anyway but now that I'm older I want a younger sibling that's also able to be around the same age as me. Having little gives the best of both worlds to all of us I suppose.

I myself have also been keeping an eye out for any potential little that might catch my interest but haven't been looking for them too terribly much. Looking at becka as she's curled up in the corner has me realizing that I might have a little sooner than expected if she allows me to take care of her.

I'll just have to learn how to gain her trust enough for her to allow that. Along with her slipping comfortably in front of me. She must've slipped when I held her due to the fact that I didn't like seeing her cry because she hasn't said a word and is still curled up in a fetal position.

I want to comfort her but I'm not sure how old she is or if it's even appropriate as we've only just met not even an hour ago.

"Rebecca love?" I whisper reaching for the top of the blankets that are covering her head. I see her squirm underneath.

"Nuu, weave me awone p'ease." She cried underneath.

"Oh hunny I didn't mean to make you upset. Can you uncover your face for me little one?" I asked still in a low voice as not wanting to frighten her or upset her more.

The only response was her pulling the blankets more on top of her head and uncovering her feet which still had shoes on them.

'I need to at least have her take her shoes off. It's not sanitary to have shoes on the bed.' I thought to myself.

"Becka, sweetie? You should really take your shoes off or you're going to get germs all over your bed." I'm taking a different approach to get her to move from the corner and uncover her pretty little face.

"I-I tant..." she said.

"Would you like some help?" I asked carefully.

" 'es pease?" Becka said. Her voice barely over a whisper.

"Can you sit up for me hunny? Swing your feet over the edge. It'll make it easier for your shoes to be removed." I told her. After a moment she sighed and sat up but kept her head down.

Oh how I wish she would just show me those pretty little eyes I barely got a glimpse of earlier.

Becka's POV

I didn't want to face her yet but I had slipped really young and the shoes I was wearing aren't the easiest to take off even when I'm big.

I kept my head down when I put my feet over the edge of my bed. She, somehow quicker than I can, managed to get them off and sat them next to the rest of my shoes lined up under my bed.

I pulled my knees up and scooted back agaisnt the wall. Pulling myself into a ball again but with out a blanket over my head. I wanted to watch her.

She cooed at me when she seen I was peeking over my arms.

"Are you watching me little one? I see you peeking." She chuckled softly which caused me to huff and bury my face again.

'Why does she think she can talk to me that way?' I thought. 'Wait. Does she know what a little is? Does she know IM a little?' I continued to think for a moment before Emmy cleared her throat to catch my attention.

Looking up I see she's found my snack box. She also had my bottle and my paci as well. Seeing those things made my face get hot. I didn't want her to see those things. They're mine.

"Nu dose are mines. 'ut dem downs." I told her. She smiled at me before setting the stuff on the bed close to me. I rushed to grab them and hid them in my lap. "Silly girl, I wasn't taking them from you. I was bringing them to you." Emmy said. Much to my desire I felt my self coming back into my big head space which would make things a whole lot easier.

I put my stuff underneath the pile of blankets and put my head down again. I still didn't want to look at her, too embarrassed to make eye contact.

"Becka love?" Emmy continues to try to get my attention. Why does she want my attention so bad? She probably wants to tell me how pathetic I am and how much of a baby I am.

I wanted to cry again. I always cry when I'm stressed or anxious. "Becka?" She tried again but she sounds closer this time.

I feel myself being pulled into her arms and she holds me. "Becka hun? If you think I'm upset with you or find you disgusting, I don't. My parents and I are involved in that kind of lifestyle. We seen your stuff when we came in but didn't say anything cause we wanted to give you time before or if you told me."

She's involved in this kind of lifestyle? What does that even mean? She's a little too or is she a domme or what?

This is so confusing for me. All I can think about is how warm and comforting she feels. I'm really tired and I wanna take a nap.

"Becka hun? You can't take a nap right now if that's what you're trying to do. It's almost 5 and you have to eat dinner." Why can't I take a nap. It's only be a short one. I realize I'm still laying on her and pull away.

I finally bring up the courage to look at her.

"Hello, it's good to finally see your face cutie." She chuckles.

Cutie? Does she think I'm cute or was she just saying that? I have to admit, she's pretty gorgeous herself but I can't tell her that.

"H-hi... uh you don't have to b-baby me you know." My damn stutter never lets me speak. She just looked at me with slight confusion before saying, "I'm not going to baby you unless you want or need me to. But you shouldn't be taking a nap this late in the day and miss dinner."

I get she's fixing to be my roommate but she doesn't get to say what I can and can't do. I'm 20 years old.

I'm an adult and perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don't need a mommy here.

Wait. She's not a mommy. Whyd I even think that? I don't know what she is.

"I don't usually eat d-dinner. I u-usually only e-eat once a d-day and j-just have some snacks."

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