Her Little Helper

Chapter 29

*Savannah's POV*

"Abigail, it's time to wake up, sweetheart." I said to my little one as I brushed the hair out of her sleepy face. Through hazy vision I watched as she slowly woke up from her adorable little slumber in her crib. 

Dina stood beside me, beautiful as always. Even having just woken up, she never fails to give me butterflies when I look at her. We both cooed at our baby girl as her shining blue eyes finally emerged along with a disoriented smile that could warm even the coldest of hearts.

"Mama!" She cheered with groggy joy, extending her onesie-covered arms up to Dina and I, voicelessly asking to be picked up.

Putting the bars of her crib down, I gushed at the sleepy little whimpers she made as I picked her up and carried her on my hip. I bounced her gently, making her giggle as she started getting a bit more energy. Dina tickled the girl's side making her laugh hysterically. If my bouncing didn't wake her, the tickling certainly did.

"Mommy... stop! No... more... tickles!" She shrieked through her breathless laughter. 

"Okay, okay. I guess you're awake enough to not need any more tickles. Right?" Dina asked with a playful smirk.

"Yes, Mommy! I up, I promise!" Abigail yelled as she caught her breath, burying her head into my shoulder in an attempt to hide from the viciously ticklish hands of Dina.

"Alright I believe you, sweetie." Dina cooed as she petted Abigail's little head. "Now we have to wake Mama up too!"

"Yeah!" Abigail cheered in my arms.

"What?" I asked, totally confused as to what they were talking about. 

With that, Dina and Abigail turned to me, with Dina rubbing my shoulder gently. 

"Love, it's time to get up." She said gently, as though I was asleep standing right next to her. 

"Dina, stop this is so weird!" I said with an uncomfortable laugh. 

"Baby girl, come on! It's wake up time." She continued on. 

"What the fuck? Stop. This isn't funny." I complained, starting to get really confused by the whole thing.

"Come on, sweet Savannah. Daddy's gotta get you up an ready." Dina said, making my eyebrows furrow with confused frustration.

With that, Dina and Abigail seemed to fade from my vision. The sunlit colors of Abigail's nursery faded into the lightless prison that was "my" nursery. In place of Dina was Samuel, standing over the crib as he brushed my hair back the same way I just did to Abigail. Or, dreamt, I did to Abigail.

"No! No! No! No!" I shouted punching and kicking the crib's mattress. I probably looked crazy, but I was past the point of caring. The dream had felt so real, as though my two girls were right there next to me, as though I was back home with them. Recalling the feeling of having Abigail on my hip and Dina at my side, I couldn't help but start to sob as I laid in that crib. To feel such warmth; such love, just to have it taken away by the harshness of reality was torturous to endure.

"Oh, someone's a fussy baby. Isn't she?" Samuel scolded in his maniacally paternal tone. 

I stared up at him with rage-filled eyes, thinking of all the ways I'd like to kill that man for taking me away from Abigail and Dina. Despite my near-murderous fury, I tried with all of my power to remember Dina and Edwards' plan. 

"Play along, then take him out."

I replayed that sentence in my head over and over since Edwards' told me the plan's details two weeks ago. It was difficult to act as Samuel's little, to say the least. If there's one thing I have discovered about myself since I've been here, it's that I am not a little. Thankfully, through Samuel's delusional perspective, my acting was able to pass in his eyes. He eventually took the pacifier gag off of me, much to my relief.

Samuel lowered the bars of the crib and reach his hand towards me, feeling the diaper that he had forced me into. I love being able to put my Abigail in a diaper. But wearing one is an entirely different story. To say it's uncomfortable and embarrassing for me would be an understatement. 

"Little girl." Samuel began to say as he pulled so I was sitting up. "Daddy wants you to have a good day today, okay? And if you do, he has a big surprise for you."

"What is it?" I asked, mainly curious out of worry.

"Well I can't tell you that, silly! It would spoil the surprise!" He shouted playfully.

I looked at him deadpan, like how I typically look at him. 

"Oh come on, grumpy. Let's go have breakfast."

Samuel picked me up awkwardly. He might be taller than me but not by all that much. Seeing his 6 foot 2 frame carrying my 6 foot body must have been a sight to see. If I wasn't his captive I would probably laugh at what this looked like.

After breakfast, I spent much of the day with Samuel in his home office while he worked. He had a sizable play pen beside his desk, fit with all kinds of toys, games, and coloring supplies. If Abigail was here, she would be having blast in this thing. But to me, it was nothing more than another facet of my prison. 

I always opted to color while Samuel worked, usually turning my back to him so I could more easily forget about his presence. Coloring was always something I loved to do with Abigail, so I tried my best to imagine her next to me while I worked on a Moana coloring sheet.

I missed her. I missed her so much. I wondered what she was doing at that moment. Maybe she was sitting at home coloring too. Maybe we were coloring together and we didn't even know it. The thought of her brought tears to my eyes.

Trying my best to keep my sorrowful sniffles silent, I must not have done well enough hiding them as I soon heard Samuel's voice from behind me.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He asked from his desk.

"Um, nothing." I replied, not turning around.

"Savannah, look at me." He commanded paternally. 

Begrudgingly, turned around with teary eyes. His eyes widened as he saw mine, prompting him to leave his desk and walk over to me.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?" He asked.

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him that I was missing my little girl. He'd never let me see her if I told him that. I had to pretend like I had forgotten about her. Or that she no longer meant anything to me, as brutal as that was to act. 

Unsure of what to say, I stayed silent as the tears continued falling down my cheeks. 

"Savannah," Samuel asked. "Do you miss Abigail?"

His question shocked me. I looked up at him, confused and surprised that he would even bring her name up. Instantly, I felt anxious that he had called my bluff from the past two weeks and that he was about to pull another fucked up mind game on me. But instead, he continued talking.

"I know you two were close friends." He said.

My eyebrows furrowed with brief confusion. Friends? Is he really too delusional to even recall me being Abigail's Mama? Not wanting to put up any kind of fuss, I answered him.

"Yeah." I said meekly. "I miss her."

Admitting it to him made me cry even more and he pulled me into his chest. I cringed with my face out of his sight, trying to act as though his embrace was of comfort to me. But while my solace might have been faked, my tears were very real, and they showed just how much I missed my Abigail. 

"Sweetheart, I think I have an idea that might cheer you up." Samuel said as I pulled my head from his arms and looked up at him. "What if we invite Abigail over? For a play date!" 

I looked at him with total surprise. He really offered to have my little one, assumingely accompanied by Dina, come right over and see me. I nodded profusely at the proposal, not wanting to give up the opportunity. 

The only thing I could think to myself was 'Holy shit, Edwards plan was working.'