Info - gentle Fem Dom, mommy kink, feeling like an outcast, being germ conscious, missing partner, lactation kink, sub male, baby talk, nursing hand job, realising a love of being a sub, sub space, names including little prince/ little one/baby boy, praise, comfort
I came home with sorrowful, weepy eyes. I didn't know why this affected me so much but I felt like an outcast. I mopped at my tears. I knew Timothée wouldn't even be home to comfort me.
I burst into the house. I threw myself on the couch dramatically. I cried into a pillow. I felt worthless and abandoned and stupid.
"Baby?" called the very voice I wanted to hear.
"Timmy?" I asked.
My boy stepped out from behind the wall. He looked concerned. He wore an oversized jumper and some tan pants. He looked cozy and lazy and cute.
"Y-you're home early. You're not supposed to be home for another day," I sniffled.
"Yeah, I just, I don't know. I missed you, and I feel closer to you at home," he said simply.
"Oh, that's nice," I said, trying not to throw myself at him desperately. I wanted and needed to feel his skin against mine.
"What's wrong?" He asked with an adorable pout.
"So I went to my family's house for the holidays. You know my sister had her new baby boy?" I asked.
"Yes, of course, he's all you've talked about for weeks," Timothée answered.
"Yeah I was really excited to meet him and hold him," I said as tears leaked from my eyes.
"Yeah?" He asked and sat next to me. The motion meant more than I could say.
"I got sick when I got there. It was just a cough, nothing serious. I wasn't allowed to hold the baby, I was sequestered in a room, no one even hugged me," I wept.
"You're kidding," he said in shock.
"You know how they are about germs," I sobbed.
"I know but wow. Who could resist a hug from you? Especially since they haven't seen you in so long," he asked.
"Well they did," I grumbled.
"I felt like I was an outcast. People made faces when I coughed. I couldn't do much of anything. Hand sanitiser was constantly pushed on me. I know they just want to stay healthy but I felt like a freak and completely unwelcome. I didn't even get to hold my nephew."
"Well, you can hold me," offered Timothée in a small voice.
"I'm sick," I deflected.
"I don't care," he said easily.
"Come here," I nearly sobbed. He was in my arms. I held him close to me. The skin to skin contact healed something hurt inside me.
Timothée curled up into me, as if he weren't lanky and tall. I ran my fingers through his curls. I kissed his forehead and hummed a bit. This was bliss.
"See I'm your wittle baby," he said with a cheeky grin.
"Yeah? Not afraid of some germs?" I asked him.
"Uh uh," he shook his head. I held him tighter. He nuzzled his face into my cleavage. My breath hitched as his lips pursed.
"Mmm," he whined as he mouthed against my skin. His lips and tongue were making a wet mark and I was becoming aroused.
"Did you miss me baby boy?" I asked him,
"Mmhmm," he nodded submissively. He kept pressed his lips against my skin.
