Her Little Helper

Chapter 5

*Abigail's POV*

My tearful expression started turning into an excited grin as I processed what she had shared with me. The thought of Savannah being a mommy had never even crossed my mind. But looking back on the day, with her walking me to my interview, comforting me afterwards, and, ugh, telling me to eat vegetables, it made perfect sense! To be honest, I felt kind of stupid for not realizing sooner. It was pretty obvious, wasn't it?

"You are?" I asked, trying not to sound overexcited. I had never met a mommy before, and I certainly didn't expect the head of Monroe Industries to be one. She smiled and let out a laugh at my question. I clearly hadn't hid my excitement very well. I shouldn't get this excited. Just because she's a mommy doesn't mean she's my mommy. 

"I most certainly am," she answered with a smile while pushing my soft pink hair out of my face and behind my ear. 

My excitement quickly died down as the thought entered my head that she might already have a little, and that she wouldn't want me. Savannah noticed my sudden mood shift, causing a worried look to spread over her face. 

"What's the matter, Abigail?" she asked, the worry on her face slipping into her words. 

I looked up at her and voiced my concern. "It's nothing," I said, looking back down to my lap. She clearly didn't believe me as she picked my chin back up and repeated her question, this time with more sternness in her voice. "What is the matter, Abigail?" 

My face flushed at her tone, and I swallowed before I answered. "It's just, when you said you were a mommy, I instantly thought that you wanted to be my mommy. But then I realized that you probably already have a little and that you wouldn't want someone like m-," she raised a finger to my lips to silence me before my thoughts spiraled out of control. I could feel myself getting worked up. I'm guessing she could feel that too. 

"Abigail, listen to me. Do you think I would have walked you to your interview, or comforted you when you were upset, or taken you out to dinner, if I already had a little?" I looked at her, my thoughts swirling after what she had told me. I guess it would be pretty weird if she already had a little and had chosen to spend so much of the day with me. 

"Sweetheart, I did all of this because I had this hope, this tickle in the back of mind, from the moment I laid eyes on you this morning, in the off-chance you were indeed a little. I didn't do any of this for nothing. I did it because you made me feel something I haven't felt in a long time. Something I never thought I would feel again." Savannah's eyes welled up as she spoke. "You made me feel that urge to protect and provide and nurture that I've kept hidden away for so many years. You made me feel like me again."

I couldn't help myself, and without thinking, I launched myself into her arms, squeezing her tight and wishing I would never have to let go. She pulled me close into her chest, resting her cheek on the top of my head. I felt one of her tears drip into my hair as we both softly sobbed. After a moment's embrace, Savannah pulled away and looked me with a gentle smile. 

"Abigail, will you be my little?" 

My face brightened as tears of joy continued to stream down my face. I smiled wider than I ever remember smiling. I had just met this woman twelve hours ago, but there was only one answer that felt right to me in that moment. 

"Yes!" I whisper-shouted cheerily, plunging back into Savannah's embrace. She laughed and cried and smiled, clearly feeling all of the feelings. I could see how much this meant to her. How much I meant to her. And it made me feel so cherished, in a way I've never felt before. 

As we settled back down, our food arrived. I think we had both forgotten that we were in a restaurant and had ordered food not long ago. Savannah wouldn't stop looking over at me as I ate my mac & cheese. I had been teetering on the edge of slipping into little space pretty much all day, since the moment I had met Savannah this morning. But becoming her little officially made me slip instantly into my five or six-year-old headspace, my most common headspace. 

I was able to eat most of my food without getting it all over myself, though Savannah did have to wipe cheese and marinara sauce off my face once or twice. Before we knew it, all of the food on the table was gone. That is, except for the dreaded broccoli. I looked at the cup of the disgusting steamed vegetable before looking up at Savannah. She was giving me a look that told me that we wouldn't be leaving this restaurant until I had eaten every bite of that broccoli. 

"Do I have to?" I asked, giving Savannah a taste of what I thought to be my irresistible puppy dog eyes. 

"Yes, Abigail, you have to finish your broccoli," she answered sternly, clearly not willing to take no for an answer. She picked up her fork and filled it up with the icky green tree-looking veggies. My brows furrowed with contempt as I crossed my arms, hoping my act of rebellion would get me out of eating them. 

"Little one," Savannah demanded, "drop the attitude and open up." I really didn't want to get into trouble my first day (or first hour!) of being Savannah's little. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth as she pushed the broccoli in. I chewed it slowly, trying to convince my brain that it tasted like candy. But after a moment of chewing, I came to the realization that it actually didn't taste that bad! The chef must have put a bit of seasoning on them which made them taste pretty good. Who would've thought?!

Savannah looked at me with an expression of pleased surprise. "Do you... like it, sweetheart?" she asked as I took an other scoop with my own fork. She seemed shocked when I nodded in response, my mouth full of the broccoli that I had nearly thrown a tantrum over just a minute before. 

A smile filled her face as I finished off the last of the surprisingly delicious vegetable. "I'm so proud of you, babygirl!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe you liked it!" I smiled back at her as she wiped my face off with her napkin. "I guess I'll have to see if I can get that recipe from the chef," she said, still in shock from what she had watched. 

Savannah insisted that she pay for our meal, saying, "Absolutely not. That's Mama's job," when I told I could split the bill. That made me blush, I loved hearing her call herself Mama. 

"Abigail," Savannah said to me as we walked out of the restaurant hand-in-hand. "How would you feel about staying the night with me? Just to, you know, give this a shot. It's Friday night so we won't have to worry about waking up early tomorrow." I thought about it for a second but couldn't think of a reason why not. I nodded with a smile, which made her smile back at me. 

Victor stood by the car, waiting to drive us back to Savannah's apartment. It wasn't too long of a ride. Her apartment building was only a few blocks down from the Monroe Industries building. Walking into the lobby of the building, we were greeted by a friendly man at the front desk. He greeted us and Savannah introduced me to him.

"Good evening, Ms. Monroe," he said with a welcoming smile. He looked down at me and his smile widened. "And who is this you have with you?" He asked, gushily. 

Savannah's smiled matched his. "Roger, this is Abigail," she looked down at me, still holding my hand. "Abigail, honey, can you say hi to Roger?" 

I was still very much in my little headspace, which makes me very shy, even more shy than I am in my big headspace. I stood somewhat behind Savannah, trying to stay somewhat hidden from the stranger. Savannah noticed this and laughed, "Sweetie, don't be shy, Roger is a friend!" She said has she pulled me gently in front of her, putting her hands on my shoulders. 

I looked about at Roger. He was tall, but not quite as tall as Savannah. He had a warm smile and Savannah really seemed to respect him, which made me feel better about talking to him. I gave him a quick "Hi," before turning around and hiding myself in Savannah's chest. 

She looked down at me with a grin, putting her arms around my head and neck in a full embrace. "You're a shy one, aren't you, love?" I nodded. "It's okay, sweetheart, I've known Roger for a long time. I promise, you can trust him." She said this in a way that made me wonder if Roger knew about Savannah's mommy side. Maybe he's seen her with littles before.

"Is she someone we'll be seeing more of, Ms. Monroe?" He asked in a tone that further affirmed what I was thinking. 

"I think so!" Savannah replied, smiling wide. She lowered her mouth to be closer to my face. She whispered quietly, so that only I could hear.

"I hope so."