Our Baby Girl, Bangtan's Little

4

"Allergy meds. Do you have any allergies?"

"Mangos, I'm allergic to mangos."

Hobi looked at Yoongi with wide eyes; Yoongi sighed; damnit, there were mangos in the breakfast he made her, so she puked everywhere. She took the medicine, and they laid her down in the crib. As soon as they walked out into the hallway, Jimin was there; he grabbed Hobi by the throat, pushing him up against the wall, "You almost killed her."

"You told me that she didn't have any allergies."

Jimin dropped his hand, "her father said that she didn't. Fuck, we need to assume everything he's told us is bullshit. Get every fucking mango out of this house. I will not have her getting sick again." Then he stormed off.

Hobi turned to look at Yoongi, "fuck he's scary when he's mad."

Yoongi snorted, "You act like you didn't already know this? He's always been a brat."

Abigail woke up because she had to go to the bathroom badly; there was no way she was going to use a fucking diaper. She can hold it. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Aww, baby girl is up. Daddy will send Daddy Hobi to come get you so you can eat lunch, and then Daddy Joon will give you your bottle."

She rolled her eyes. Does he watch her all day like a creeper? Hobi walked in and leaned down over the crib to pick her up. "How was your nap, baby girl?"

"Fine, I guess."

That earned her a swat on her butt, "That's not how you answer, Daddy." Abigail glared at him; two can play this game. If you don't like how she talks, she won't speak. Hobi seemed to realize that she wouldn't do what he wanted. He sighed and carried her down to the kitchen. "I'm sorry about earlier. Your father told us that you had no allergies; there were mangos in the food I made for you."

Now it makes sense why she felt her entire body was on fire. "I doubt he knows most things about me."

"Still, I feel terrible. As your Daddy, I should know these things, and I put you in danger. It's unforgivable."

Abigail looked at him with a confused face. Was this dude for real? How was he supposed to know that she was allergic to mangos? Once she was placed in the high chair, he walked over to the counter and grabbed a bowl of green mush. "I promise no mangos."

"I have teeth, I can chew food. Why am I eating baby food?"

He sat down in the chair and pulled the high chair closer to him, "Until you fully slip into Little Space, you'll wear a diaper, eat baby food, drink bottles, etc. If a baby does it, you'll do it. After that, it'll be up to you. We want you to be around 3-5, so you'll be able to eat normal food, and you'll have the choice of wearing a diaper or being potty trained, as well as if you want a bottle or not."

"So, you are going to force me to use a diaper, only to have to potentially potty train me after I slip?"

"That can happen, but it doesn't always. Either way, we'll deal with it when the time comes. We want this baby girl; we want you as our little."

She had nothing to say, so she just hummed and let him feed her the gross green food. When he was done, he cleaned her face and carried her to Joon, who had her bottle ready. "I hate milk with a passion. Can't I have water or something?"

"You drank your bottle earlier with no issues."

"Well, I felt like my body was on fire; I would have willingly drank anything to cool my throat."

Joon sighed and nodded towards Hobi, a minute later Hobi handed Joon a bottle full of water. Joon placed her on his lap and brought the bottle to her lips. She was thirsty, so she didn't fight it but drank it. So if she cooperates, they are willing to wiggle a bit. Good to know. Her need to pee was almost overwhelming when she finished her bottle. It was like he knew it. "Hobi, can you fill the bottle up again? We must help our baby girl overcome her aversion to using her diaper."

Oh fuck, they are going to fill her bladder up so full that she has no choice but to use the damn diaper. That's diabolical and brilliant, fucking bastards. Three bottles later, Abigail thought she was going to cry. She needed to pee so badly, and she had so much liquid in her stomach that you could hear it sloshing around whenever she moved. "Please no more, it hurts."

"I know it does, and I'm sorry. But we need to train you, and this is how you do it."

Abigail whimpered and tried to curl into herself, "I don't want to."

Joon picked her up, and she was lying against his chest, her head on his shoulder. He bounced her up and down a bit, and it was jostling her bladder against him. Then he reached in between our bodies, and he pressed down hard on her bladder. She cried out in pain before she finally let go, no longer able to hold it.

When she was done, she sagged against him. He was cooing and petting her, "That's Daddy's good baby girl. Look at you; you are so perfect." He was kissing the side of her head and praising her. "Let's get you changed. Then we can watch a movie."

He changed her out of her pajamas and dirty diaper. She was put into another dress with more frilly socks. She felt better now that her bladder was empty and had a fresh diaper. Maybe she can keep her diaper changes to once a day. She can handle that; that wouldn't be too hard. He picked her up and carried her back to the living room, where he turned on some Disney movie she'd never seen before.