She's little

chapter 43

"i don't want to go back in the car seat."
James glanced down at me sympathetically, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before speaking.

"I know you don't like the car seat, but it's for your own safety. You're a little. I'm just trying to follow the law Anna."
His words held a certain firmness, but there was also an undertone of compassion in his tone.

I let out a heavy sigh.

"I guess I understand..." I finally relented, looking down at the ground as I walked.

James offered me a small, reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be right there with you. I can even keep the clips undone. How does that sound?"
His words were tender and caring, making me feel safe.

I looked up at him, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over me. The thought of not having the tight straps holding me in place was more appealing.

I nodded silently, unable to form any words. As we reached the end of the driveway, James opened the back seat door, and carefully picked me up, gently setting me in my seat.

I felt myself being carefully maneuvered into the car-seat, the familiar confines bringing back the sense of vulnerability I had already grown somewhat accustomed to.

His presence was comforting enough that I almost forgot how much I hated being in the car-seat. Almost.

"Dianna, look out the window."
As I turned my head, I was taken aback by the sight outside.
It was snowing.
Small, white flakes gently drifted down, covering the ground in a thin layer of powder that glistened almost magically under the street lights. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the beautiful sight.

i love the snow.
its my favourite part of winter.

James glanced at me with a smile, noticing how captivated I was by the falling snowflakes.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, his voice low, I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from the window. The snow was falling more heavily now, creating a thick blanket across the landscape.

i felt my world getting fuzzy, and suddenly my fingers became super interesting.
what if i just put them in my mouth?

i didn't know it then but i had slipped.
fast and hard.

As my little side took over, I found my attention wandering from the window to my hands, and the sensation of placing them in my mouth was almost overwhelming. I couldn't even recall how this slip into the headspace had snuck up on me - it happened so fast.

While I was distracted by the intense feeling of sucking my thumb, a few stray giggles managed to escape my occupied mouth.

James shot me a curious glance as I giggled, my thumb still firmly between my lips.

"What's so funny?" He asked, his tone a mix of amusement and confusion.

I couldn't speak, so I just smiled around my thumb, my cheeks turning pink. Something about feeling so small and vulnerable in that moment made everything seem incredibly funny and entertaining.

i heard James make an O sound, watching the back of his head rock back and forth knowingly.

As we continued to ride along, the snowflakes falling in a mesmerizing pattern, a sense of comfort washing over me.
I felt tiny, vulnerable, and cared for.

The sensation was both liberating and intoxicating.

I let out a contented sigh, my thumb still firmly between my lips.

James carried me inside the house, stroking my back, the movement comforting and relaxing.

As James cradled me in his arms, my forehead resting against his chest, as we made our way inside the house. The soft stroking motion of his hand on my back felt almost hypnotic as he whispered comforting words in my ear.

I nuzzled closer to him, letting myself melt into his embrace.
"look at you, Dianna. Always so sweet and gentle. My sweet angel." he cooed as we came inside.

he wandered into my room, something on my shelf catching my eye, making me reach out and try to grab it.

A pretty pink pacifier sitting on one of my shelves. I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and try to grab it.
James paused for a moment, and then he let out a quiet laugh.

"Oh, it seems like i was right about the pacifiers." he mumbled to himself, whilst i payed no mind.

"Here." His smooth voice gently pulled my focus back to him.  He held up the pink pacifier, the gentle curve of the plastic perfectly suited to the natural shape of my small mouth.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked with a soft chuckle, guiding the pacifier towards my lips, and i felt his hand snaking up my back, coming to cradle my head.

The pacifier slid into my mouth with ease, and I immediately began to suck contentedly on the soft, rubbery nub while James's hand cradled the back of my head, providing extra support.

As my eyes began to droop, the soft pink pacifier in my mouth felt like a soothing balm that made all my worries melt away.

The soothing motion of sucking my pacifier combined with the warmth and comfort of James's embrace gradually lulled me closer to sleep. As my eyes fluttered shut, I barely caught the murmur of James's voice.

With a soft, sucking rhythm in my mouth and my body wrapped in the safety of his hold, everything felt right.