Hollywood Princess

Chapter 27: A Princess' New Home

We had arrived in the mid-afternoon, but thanks to my long sleep on the plane, I didn't feel too jet-lagged. I was so good to be with Mommy again, it had only been a week but it felt like a lifetime since I had seen her. I cuddled on the couch between Mommy and Obaa-chan, I had started snuggling Mommy, but Obaa-chan soon pried me away from her.

"I haven't had a chance to cuddle my new magomusume yet, I need some baby cuddles too!"

I just smiled at her enthusiasm and leaned into her. I was content just to sit there cuddling, my pacifier bobbing up and down. I wasn't paying much attention to what was being said, focusing more on the rise and fall of Obaa-chan's chest. I looked over at GiGi sitting in a bar chair next to the couch and smiled contentedly at her. GiGi's cuddles were great, but now I had three people to cuddle with. I was spoiled for cuddles, I was in cuddle heaven!

We sat like that for about an hour before Obaa-chan got up to go start dinner. Mommy offered her assistance, but her help was turned down.

"You just focus on cuddling your baby for now. I'll take care of dinner."

I suppose it should have seemed weird to me how readily Obaa-chan accepted me being little, but considering she had already seen me playing Imoto to Mommy, I guess it wasn't a far leap to little. She seemed happy to treat me like a toddler, not batting an eye at my diapered state. In that moment, surrounded by three people who loved and supported me no matter what, I felt the warmth of their love filling my emotional gas tank up to full. Being in the presence of love is a wonderful thing. I felt so safe, so secure in who I was choosing to be, and comforted by the knowledge that none of the women in this room would ever do anything to hurt me.

We were served Chicken Katsu Curry for dinner. Mommy sat next to me and helped feed me dinner as a two-year-old and chopsticks don't mix. She set down a sippy cup full of juice next to my plate. It seems like they had done a little baby shopping once they realized we were coming. Dinner was delicious, I hadn't realized how much I had missed Obaa-chan's cooking. I was very full after such a wonderful dinner, making sure I cleaned my plate. I just snuggled with Mommy as I drifted in and out of a food coma. It was so good to feel her touch again, to be able to hug her, kiss her. I felt at home here. This is where my Mommy was, and I had already spent the previous two years of my life here.

GiGi insisted on helping Obaa-chan clean up after dinner, to which she reluctantly relented. While they were cleaning up dinner, Mommy took me to get a bath. She helped me get nice and soapy and sprayed off the shampoo and soap before moving me over to the tub. Once she set me in the tub with a few toys, she undressed. She made quick work of cleaning her makeup, body, and hair and rinsing everything off, before joining me in the tub. I just looked at her as she made her way over to me. Mommy was so pretty with her makeup, but she was just as pretty without it. I was so lucky to have such a beautiful Mommy.

We soaked in the tub together for a good 30 minutes before the water became too lukewarm. Mommy towled me off first, and then quickly dried herself. She laid the used towel on the tile and instructed me to lie down. With a towel wrapped around her body and her hair, quickly grabbed the diaper bag from the hallway. She quickly diapered me and led me back to our room. Once back in the room, she helped me into a cute footed pajama she had purchased for me. It was a cute, bear pajama onesie. It was fuzzy brown fiber with white on the tummy and a hood that could be pulled up that had cute little round bear ears on it.

Now that I was all clean and in my pajamas, Mommy said it was almost time for sleep. I could stay up for 30 more minutes, and then it was bedtime. I ran back into the living room to show GiGi and Obaa-chan my new pajamas, crinkling all the way. As expected, there were coos and awws at the sight of my pajamas. I pouted that Mommy would only let me stay up for thirty more minutes, hoping GiGi or Obaa-chan would overrule her. No objections came, so it seemed my bedtime was not as malleable as I had hoped. After thirty minutes of snuggling Obaa-chan, Mommy told me it was time for bed. I reluctantly followed, declaring I wasn't even tired.