A Little Hope

18. You're My Joy

"No dark side for us. No fights
just because. No silence that kills. No sleepless nights. Oh, just you and I.
I love how love feels."
~Julia Michaels

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Sebastian's POV
I woke up in the morning with a clothless Savannah in my arms. I looked at her face and kissed her gently. Memories of last night made me want to hug her tightly and never let go. They say after partners experience intimacy, for the first time together, they grow closer and more affectionate. I was curious to see what kind of effect that had in Savannah.

Savannah's eyes fluttered open gently and I instantly knew she was little. This was to be expected, I supposed. She was fighting to stay big for the entirety of last night. I could sense it. She really wanted last night to happen because she knew if she was little, I wouldn't touch her in a sexual way. She fought hard and won, for that I was proud of my big girl. But, it was very obvious that right now she was my little baby.

The thing is that Savannah is little probably about eighty percent of the time, so when she fights it, it's like her brain wants to be little more. Mix that in post-sex need for affection, and you get a very clingy baby. Today was going to be a long day.

"Hey pumpkin," I told her as I tucked a hair strand behind her ear.

She blinked once before closing her eyes and going back to sleep, pretending she never woke up in the first place. "Savannah, we got to wake up silly. Today's Disneyland! We get to ride on a plane too. We have lots of plans so we need to get up and get dressed and then go eat some yummy
breakfast," I said.

Savannah whined but sat up slowly and reached for me, "Mine."

I chuckled softly at her cuteness and booped her nose to respond, "Mine."

I got up and threw some clothes on and picked out a black skirt and a white T-shirt for Savannah with her black converse. She needed help getting dressed so I dressed her up and got our bags ready so we could meet Jasmine and Rue down at the lobby to eat quickly before driving to the airport.

I got to the door and motioned for Savannah to follow, but I was met with a pouty little. "Sweet pea, what's wrong? Don't you wanna go?" I asked.

She stomped her foot and whined with her arms reaching for me, "Upsies!".

I sighed looking at our two suitcases, "Savannah, I can't carry you. There's too many bags, buttercup. Let's just go and I'll let you sit in my lap, okay?".

She stomped her foot again and said with a louder tone, "Upsies now!!".

I facepalmed and caved into her ways. I was going to have a talk with her about manners later, but for now, we needed to go. I somehow managed to carry her on my hip and pull the two suitcases with my other hand down to the first floor.

At the lobby, Jasmine was holding Rue's hand while waiting for us. She already had four sacked bags of breakfast to go ready for us all. She gave me the look and said, "Took you long enough. The plane leaves in two hours. Just throw the kiddos in the car and they'll eat at the airport."

I nodded and we got to my car. We were going to leave Jasmine's car here and would pick up later on tonight. While Jasmine buckled Rue in without a problem, Savannah decided to throw a fit.