2011

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125. My Protégée Ffrances liked the pancakes. They weren’t anything like the pancakes I was used to; it was like Tess had taken pancakes with some kind of slightly spicy sauce on, rolled them up, and then sliced the roll. So we ended up with bite-sized pieces with a spiral pattern on them, which were perfect for dipping in sauce. They were lovely, although they made quite a mess when my baby fiancée dunked them in the little pot of dip and then tried to unroll the spiral. She got the sauce on her face, on her hands, on her clothes, and all over the blanket that I’d rolled out on the floor so we could pretend we were having a picnic. Maybe I was starting to actually think of her as a small child. I’d realised that she was likely to make a mess while eating, and I had found a way to minimise the cleaning afterwards without interrupting her fun. Eating with Ffrances as a baby turned into a whole game in itself, and I felt like she was really opening up and trusting me in a way that she never had before. That was another reminder that I had been wrong; I’d focused too much on the person I wanted her to be, and neglected all the fun I could have had by doing what she wanted. I told myself to remember how much fun I was having now, so that I would always be open to different things. After the wedding, I promised myself, I was going to try every little thing she wanted to do with me. I would always listen, because she was already proving to me that there were so many things that I would enjoy if I just allowed myself to consider it. Maybe this was a kind of awakening for me as well; she was acting like a real baby now, so I could learn to be a real Mummy. Once I had some experience under my belt, I wouldn’t need to worry so much with Tess, either. I could stop second guessing my judgement, and make her a baby confident in the knowledge that it would be a positive memory for her even if she tried to resist it at the time. I asked Ffrances what she wanted for dinner, and she gave me a mixture of nodding, giggling, and baby babble. Of course she didn’t want to give me a straight answer; a good part of the babying for her was that she didn’t have to make hard decisions. And that was the same whether they were hard because there were serious consequences for other people, or just hard because she was picking something that she didn’t really care about. She could just let me make the decisions, and she knew that I would look after her. Just like a real Mummy; I realised that I might have actually started to understand the role that I’d been craving for so long. “Okay, sweetie,” I said with a laugh. “You’re so little, you don’t need to worry about decisions because it seems natural to let Mummy take care of everything. Would you like some more of those soon?” I pointed at the pancakes as I moved the empty plate to one side, and she laughed and clapped. The only comprehensible words were confirming that she did want to be that little. I guessed that was an agreement for the dinner plans too, but I didn’t want to leave her alone now. So I cleaned up her face with baby wipes while she squirmed and tried to get away, and then helped her to crawl off the dip-stained blanket so that I could ball it up in the corner of the room. Then I offered her some more toys, and sat back to watch as they suddenly held her whole attention. Once I was sure that Ffrances wouldn’t notice a brief moment’s distraction, I picked up my phone and texted Tess, letting her know that we would be coming down for dinner if that was convenient, and that Ffrances was really excited about having some finger food, so I thought she might like more. Now I could just sit back and observe; Ffrances knew how to act like a baby, and she was happy to keep on playing even with minimal interaction from me. I didn’t want to ignore her, though, so occasionally I would lean in to ask her which doll was her favourite, or what their names were. Or I tried to guess what she was cooking on the little toy stove that I’d brought in, and I would tell her how impressed I was at her efforts to mispronounce the names of fancy dishes. I’d never seen such glee as when she held out a doll in a clumsy fist to answer my questions; even the simplest thing seemed to put her on top of the world, like she could feel real pride in getting the answers right. Looking after her like this was so rewarding, I knew that I wanted to do it again in future. And I hoped so much that Ffrances would be satisfied, and that she would trust me again if I did well enough today. Maybe we could make it even better, by having Tess as a second little; but I wasn’t sure if I could cope with the workload in that case. Having a baby to look after was amazing, but it was also exhausting in a way I couldn’t quite explain. It had never seemed so hard with Tess, and I found that while I should have been focusing on Ffrances’s playtime, I was distracting myself by thinking about what the difference could be. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to mind if I wasn’t quite playing attention; she was still just as full of joy every time I could find something to say to her. It took quite some time before I thought I might understand the difference between my two littles. It had to be that playing the Mummy role was tiring; taking responsibility for a little’s happiness, and watching out to make sure that she was having fun at every moment. That was a lot of effort, and I realised that I hadn’t really been doing that when Tess was a baby. All my attention had been focused on making her a baby, and tricking her into accepting it when her own inhibitions stood in the way. I’d devoted myself entirely to keeping her in littlespace, and barely had time for any actual parenting. I hoped that sooner or later she would find it easier to let her inner child out, so that I could spend more time just being the responsible adult for these two. I couldn’t get too deep into the introspection, because at that point my phone played a jolly little jingle, which Ffrances promptly tried to imitate. As she sang the chimes, I grabbed for my phone to see what Tess was saying. It was almost a preprogrammed reflex by now, to check the messages immediately when that particular sound played. Because there was nobody on my XV Priority Contacts list who didn’t deserve my immediate attention. Dinner was ready. Of course it was. So I asked Ffrances how she felt about going to see Tess, and got only a cheer in response. I helped her to stand, and walked behind her holding both her hands as we went over to the stairs. I hoped that she would be aware enough to walk down safely, because I was barely strong enough to lift her at all, and I didn’t think I could have carried her that far. But it didn’t seem to be a problem, although her dancing as she left the last step seemed to imply that she thought it was a major achievement. I praised her and told her what a good girl she was, before leading her through to the kitchen, where Tess had exceeded every expectation. There was quite a spread on the table, and I couldn’t believe how many different little dishes there were. Most of them were bite-size things, and I imagined they might be as common as cheese sandwiches on some foreign equivalent of a buffet table, but I didn’t even know what most of them were called. There were a couple of different kinds of dumplings, more of the pancake things, some crispy fried things that seemed to have some kind of shrimp in the middle, and pieces that I couldn’t even identify with varying degrees of spiciness. And perhaps more importantly, she’d set out a plastic tablecloth that could wipe clean after any spills, and arranged a dozen pieces of what looked like fried carrots and parsnips into a smiling face on a plate that I assumed was for Ffrances. “Wow!” I said, while Ffrances eagerly jumped up onto her chair, momentarily forgetting her earlier difficulty walking. She was so eager to grab some of the veggie pieces and try out all the different dips, which seemed to include at least five different shades of green, brown, and red in tiny cups. “I think she’s in heaven. Where did you learn to do all…” I gestured, as if to indicate the whole spread. But then I expanded the gesture to include the whole kitchen, as I realised that there were four freshly-washed pans on the draining rack next to the sink, and all the work surfaces were sparkling and clean. I couldn’t believe how much effort my baby had put in, and I knew that she must be really feeling the need to be little after pushing herself so hard to fulfil the adult role. I hated that I’d let her down, but at the same time I was so proud of her. “I’ve lived all over the world, you know?” she said. “And Mum and Dad love to learn new things. They always want to go native, and then they wanted to teach me everything too. I’d ask any time I didn’t know how to make something that was on the cafeteria menu at school, and there was always somebody who could show me if it wasn’t a recipe Mum knew. It’s like… half a dozen recipes from India, China, Eastern Europe, Western Africa, and Cuba. Everywhere has its own style of finger food, you know? And there’s a whole bunch of Japanese-style stuff, they have so much variety in their lunch boxes. Like the apple rabbits, I thought those would amuse her.” Ffrances was certainly impressed, and I was absolutely amazed. I’d never known that Tess had so much talent; but it also made me sad that she felt like she had to prepare dinner for herself, let alone for us too. She was too young to have so much responsibility on her shoulders. “You didn’t need to do so much,” I told her. “This must have taken you…” “I can do it,” she said simply. “It’s just a matter of organisation, working out what to start first so you can have everything cooking at once. Making best use of what you’ve got. I mean, I might have used quite a lot of fresh veg and stuff, but whatever’s left will make a packed lunch for me tomorrow. Maybe you two can take some too, depending how much is left. Even the soup thickens and turns into like a creamy spread if you chill it. Nothing gets wasted.” “Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to do this. You should be enjoying the platter with Ffrances, not slaving away to cover for things I haven’t prepared enough.” “I’m not a baby,” she said. “Let me take charge of something for once. Okay? This is a special day for you, isn’t it? The first time you’ve actually done this together. So I want to be sure it goes smoothly, so it can be perfect for both of you. You’ve helped me so much, with all the problems I’ve had this year. And I wanted to do something to reward you.” “I think this is an amazing treat for both of us,” I said, not pushing it any further. Maybe Tess wanted to feel a little of the pride that made Ffrances dance with joy, and it was just that she couldn’t manage to find that happiness from such a simple task. “If there’s ever anything I can do for you, you know that you can ask. I really owe you now.” Tess smiled for a second, and I guessed some private joke was flashing past behind her eyes. Then she decided to share, taking a step around the corner and lowering her voice so that Ffrances wouldn’t hear. “Well, I don’t suppose any of your amazing industry contacts could help us get… a new comic? Ffrances hasn’t been able to preorder the last part of the new Three Rings, and me and Spike both tried to find somewhere that’s got a slot free, but they were snapped up almost as soon as it was available to order. I thought we might find somewhere if we kept on trying, but… Well, I haven’t managed to find a shop that’s not sold out in advance. At this rate, it might be a month even after the final date is announced before we can read it. I was going to get it for Ffrances, as a gift to say thanks for all she’s done for me. But maybe you have contacts…” I closed my eyes, and hesitated for a second. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I thought I could trust Tess with this much. “I’ve got it on order,” I whispered. “I should have it a day before most of the pre-orders, if I’m lucky. But it was a surprise for Ffrances, okay? I want it to be special. Like when we were first dating, a special kind of gift. I think when I say I’ve got something romantic, and take her out for lunch to give it to her, a comic will be the last thing she expects. I just want to see her face, you know?” “I can understand that,” Tess said with a grin. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. And thank you again. For everything.” She hugged me tightly, and knowing that both my littles were so happy probably made me the happiest woman in the world.

I used to get spanked for wetting the bed or my pants, when laughing too much. This is part of me that I’d love to happen as part of my nappy routine. I’ve got large softish hands and would happily return the favour, if desired 

Thanks for the comment. I'm glad you like the story. Bertram and his brother Johannes are Daniel's nephews. They live in another town, so it won't be possible for Lucas to babysit them. The children in question are Martin and Line, who are Clara's sister's kids. They live in the same town as Clara, Daniel, and Lucas, so Lucas can easily bike over to their place. Kim, Saskia, and Paul live nearby, too. I’m planning to write a spin-off story describing Lucas’s babysitting of Kim, told from Kim’s perspective.

Middle suits where I am too. I enjoy being able to play with big toys and reasonably advanced games but must wear a nappy due to regular ‘accidents’. I used to wet myself laughing on a regular basis. I’m a boy / girl and, gender wise, close to the middle there as well. It’s lovely to be able to discuss openly,