Sweet Little Girl

Thirty Nine

"You're going to be very good! Aren't you sweetheart?" Mommy asks.

"Yeah!" I respond giving mommy a big grin.

"Ohh that smile doesn't look very genuine." Aunty Jasmine shakes her head.

"Not at all." Mommy looks at me sternly. She leans over being at eye level with me. "You can either be a very good girl for me or you can be as naughty as you want sweetheart, I don't care, it's all up to you. But I need you to understand that if you choose to be naughty, and Jasmine lets me know that you haven't been a very good girl...I'll come here, just to deal with you. The good part is that you're very familiar with how mommy deals with very naughty little ones, aren't you lovebug?" Mommy asks making me squirm with my cheeks all red. "You've gotten in trouble already today so you won't be getting any more warnings, from me at least. I suggest you behave while mommy's gone because we both won't be very happy if I have to come deal with your naughtiness." I squirm even more and mommy smirks at my reaction standing up straight again.

"Uh-oh!" Hafsa says, receiving a glare from me.

"Don't taunt her." Aunty Jasmine tells mommy.

"No, no, I wasn't taunting her. I was just making sure she understands a few things." Mommy says. I pout looking away with my arms folded. "I'm very late." Mommy looks at her watch before picking me up and squeezing me. I grunt from her practically smothering me. "Mommy loves you Pumpkin. I'll see you later." She tells me, . "If you need me, you call me. Okay?" I nod and Mommy puts me down. I frown whining at her. "Words, sweetheart!"

I take a quick glance at, Aunty Jas and Hafsa before looking back at mommy. I cover my mouth a bit so that only mommy can see what I'm saying. "Kiss please." I mouth, giving mommy puppy eyes. She chuckles leaning over, giving me a peck on the lips.

"Happy?" Mommy asks smiling at me. I look away shyly fiddling with the binky clipped onto my shirt. Hafsa gushes behind me, so I give her a glare.

Hafsa gives me a funny face then she pulls me with her. "Let's go little Ponyo." She says. I wave at mommy following behind Hafsa.

Ponyo? I think for a bit. It finally makes sense and I'm mad at mommy all over again. It's the stupid red t-shirt and white shorts she put me in. "I not Ponyo!" I pout folding my arms. Aunty Jasmine walks in and I go to her making grabby hands. Aunty Jasmine picks me up and sits down with me on her lap. It gets boring sitting on her lap so I ask to go play.

"Remember what Mommy said, nothing naughty." Hafsa teases me in a baby voice. I push her away but then I drag her with me, seeing that I'll need her to play with me. 

I get my play dough from my backpack, then I get some of Aunty Jasmine's cookie cutters from the kitchen. I break the dough in half giving Hafsa the smaller half. I'm having lots of fun making different shapes, until I feel warmth on my bum. I look down, but I don't see any wetness on the floor. That's odd. I'm wearing my big girl underwear, I had an accident but I'm dry? I feel my underwear and it is a bit damp. I did say these undies were weird.

"Are you okay?" Hafsa asks. I nod quickly going to find Aunty Jasmine.

I tap her panicking a bit, I don't even know of a good way of telling her I had an accident. "What happened?" She asks looking worried.

"I potty." I say softly feeling tears burning my eyes. This wouldn't have been a big deal if Mommy was here.

"You wanna use the potty?" She asks. "You can use the potty sweetheart, there's not need to cry." She says and I bawl even more. I end up crying so much that I don't even pay attention to what's going on around me. To be honest I don't know what's going on, but I'm not seeing my Mama anywhere and that's really upsetting me. At some point I'm in Aunty Jasmine's lap, getting rocked back and forth, then Hafsa's holding me. They're both definitely panicking which isn't helping me feel any better. I reach out towards Aunty Jasmine, preferring her to hold me.

"Mama!" I cry, rubbing my face against her chest. "Wan Mama." I wail louder. Aunty Jasmine tries to give me my binky but I turn away from her. I don't want my binky, I want my Mama! Why aren't they listening to me. I need them to give me to my Mama right now. Aunty Jasmine stands up, so I quiet down knowing she's taking me to my Mama now. I lean against her sniffling. She takes me outside and starts showing me all the pretty flowers. I stop crying listening to her tell me all about each flower as she points them out.

"Aren't they so pretty?" She asks bouncing me. I start crying once again not caring about the flowers anymore. Aunty Jasmine sighs going back inside. She bounces and shushes me walking around in circles. I continue crying until she gasps looking at me with a bit of excitement.

"Who's that." She asks. "Is that Mama?" She ask again. I lift my head up, looking around trying to figure out where my Mama is. I finally see my her as I'm about to throw another fit, reaching my arms out towards her. She takes me from Aunty Jasmine and my crying stops. I whimper softly curling into her.

"I'm right here sweet thing." Mama says patting my bottom. I sniffle and hiccup from all the crying. Mama sits down and gives me my milky. I suckle quickly, wanting all the comfort I can get from her. "Gentle tugs baby." Mama caresses my face calming me down. "Oh good girl. Very good listening." she says.

Aunty jasmine leaves and comes back with what I call a weapon formed against me. She starts wiping my face with that cold thing she used on my bum, earlier while I was crying for my Mama. I whine when Mama pulls her nipple away so Aunty Jas can wipe me better. "Alright sweetheart, all done." Aunty Jasmine says softly before leaving Mama and I alone. I latch onto Mama's nipple again. I close my eyes playing with my hair, listening to Mama hum softly.

I feel a bit drowsy after some time but I don't get to sleep because the milk suddenly stops coming out. I get frustrated tugging on Mana's nipple. "Patience! " Mama says sternly switching me to her other nipple. I make soft grunts staring into space, while I play with the waistband of my diapey to help me focus on having my milk. I start getting full so I bite, giggling when Mama jumps slightly. "No biting." She scolds, making my heart sore. She pulls her boobie away from my mouth making me whimper, not ready for her to stop feeding me. "There you go!" She says giving me my binky. I was going to spit it out but she's holding it in place with her finger. I start using it since I have no other choice.

After a while of sitting together quietly.
I climb off her lap to find something to do. My eyes land on Mama's shoes and I giggle picking one up. I bang it on the floor a few times liking the sound it makes. "Drum." I say softly to myself, picking up her other shoe. I bang her shoes some more singing along very loudly. My singing doesn't sound like words right now, but it still sounds good.

"Okay sweetheart that's enough!" Mama says giving me my discarded binky. "Inside voice." She says. Mama then tries to take her shoes away. "Nuu! Mine!" I yell I hiding them behind my back and giving her a very good lecture. Mama still tries to take the shoes away once again so I quickly get up and waddle away as quick as I can.

"Babba!" Mama says chasing after me, making me giggle.