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Chapter 3: Mummy… Again Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess     I must have fallen asleep by her bed, because I awoke to drool running down my chin, pooling on the mattress… and a big smiling grin in front of me. “Morning Mummy!” she exclaimed, before planting a huge kiss on my forehead. “Morning… kiddo…” “Someone’s tired and groggy…” she commented, sounding full of life again. “Couldn’t sleep,” I groaned back at her, playfully. “Oh no! What’s up? Are you ill?” “Just… this takes a lot out of me…” I sighed. I quickly regretted my choice of words as I looked up to see my gorgeous babygirl’s beautiful brown eyes staring at me, tears forming in the corners of them. “I… I’m sowwy… Mummy…” “Oh baby!” I said, bouncing off the chair I was sitting on by her bedside, grabbing her and lifting her onto my lap as I fell back onto the bed, cuddling her tightly. “You never have to be sorry for this. This is not your fault. I love you, I love every side of you. And I would do this for a thousand years if I had to.” “I… but… you’d be better off if…” “No. Stop that. Stop that right now, little lady. I love you. With all my heart. You know this. You bring a light to my life that I never thought would exist. You fill my days with hope and love… and I would endure a thousand lifetimes of this just to see you smile.” “Buh…” “But nothing, sweetpea. Mummy gets tired when you come back, that's it. That’s what happens to Mummies with adorable and excitable little girls.” “I…” I pulled her head closer to my chest, resting it gently against my boobs as I carefully stroked her black hair, playfully messing with her red streaks like I always do. “Mummy just needs some coffee to replenish her energy levels. And you… probably need some thicker underwear…” I teased. Sera began giggling. But it was clear she wasn’t giggling at my comment, as she kept looking down. “Mummy needs thinner underwear…” I blushed slightly. It was still so difficult to switch headspaces so suddenly. Especially when the past month has been so… perfect. I wanted to stay little. I didn’t want to switch. Not yet. But it was time. She only lasts a month or so… then she has to be brought back. And when she does… she switches headspaces. She can’t control this. She can’t decide when and where she switches. We’ve tried, believe me. It’s completely tied to her being brought back, and she can’t force a headspace. She’s just naturally little one month, then naturally dominant the other. And so it repeats every time she’s brought back. I’ve tried potions, I’ve tried spells… nothing works. So… I adapted. I’m the one who switches for her. Because I would do anything for that woman. I love her with all my heart. I will protect this girl until the day I die. I will never let anything happen to her. I will make sure she is happy… loved… and most importantly, alive. But yes, occasionally… I don’t want to switch back. And we’ve tried it with both of us being little or both being dominant… but it just doesn’t work. So I keep switching, even if it’s not what I want to do. Because it’s not her fault, it's not like she can control this headspace switch. And it’s not like her whole personality changes either. She’s still the amazing, adorable, nerdy girl I fell in love with all those decades ago, she just gets a little more timid and submissive one month, then a bit more dominant the other. I like to think it brings a certain… spice to our relationship. It keeps things fresh and exciting. Not going to lie though… watching her drift off… month after month… …I was not good at handling watching her die. Even if I was there to make sure she didn’t stay dead for long. I probably should have spoken to a therapist about all this decades ago, but instead I let it fester inside… and it was draining me, month after month.   --------------------------------------------------------   “Mummy!” she said as she stuck her spoon into the mush that I had provided her for breakfast, whilst she sat in the highchair, kicking her cute little leggies. “What, sweetie?” I replied, preparing breakfast for myself by the stove. “You were drifting off again. Are you okay?” “I’m fine, baby girl. Just… tired. That’s all.” “Pwomise?” “Promise.” “Pinky pwomise?” “I promise, sweetie,” I said, avoiding agreeing to a pinky promise. It’d break her heart if she knew I was lying to her, and breaking a sacred pinky promise in the process. “Otay…” she smiled up at me, before shoving the spoonful of mush into her mouth, happily nomming on the breakfast I hastily prepared for her. “So… what’s on the agenda this month?” I asked her. “Well we had a lot of time together the past month. And you've been neglecting your friends a bit, even though I did say you could go socialise…” “I was wanting to be close to you, sweetpea…” I said. This wasn’t a lie. I did neglect my friends a bit this past month, but not because I felt like I had to spend time with her… but because for some reason… my little side just didn’t want to let go, and I was really enjoying my time with my Mummy. But I really did owe my friends some time socialising with them. Especially my family. “Well I’mma big girl now…” I turned the hob off and turned around. “Are you now…?” I growled down at her, standing before her with my arms crossed. Her little face was priceless. It was like a deer in headlights. “I… I…” “Well Mummy could let you be a ‘big girl’... but only for a few hours, so I can see my friends. But we can do that later in the week. Today is all about my Princess…” This made her blush even more, burying her face in her hands as she wiggled about in her highchair. It wasn’t like she wasn’t a fully capable adult when she’s going through her ‘little months’. In fact she’s still more mature than most people I know, especially considering she deals with my particular… thing. Even when she’s feeling little she’s always there to help calm me down after a meltdown or help me process some things, and always keeping track of things that bother me. She’s always there for support, even if I’m supposed to play the caregiver that month. But during her ‘little months’, her emotions are very raw, she finds fascination in things… It's like a mixture of my littlespace and my adult headspace. But then she also easily drifts off into littlespace whenever she’s around me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t leave her unattended for a few hours, even a few days, without having to hire a babysitter. She’s capable of looking after herself, she’s just a little… childish. We’ve managed for years, even back when I was busy most of the time, and she was perfectly fine on her own whilst I was gone. Thankfully my time has freed up since then and I can spend a lot more time here, with her. “As long as you go out and socialise…” I could see the longing in her eyes, I could hear the hurt in her little voice… I wish I could take her to see them all. They’d love her so much. But I can’t. She has to stay here. She’s safe here. No one can know she exists. That's why I put on this facade… To keep her safe. To keep her secret. And it hurts me to the very core of my soul that I can’t share her with my loved ones, that I can’t be myself around anyone else, that I can’t let her experience more… But she’s delicate. My delicate little baby doll. Maybe one day I’ll be able to introduce her to my family, maybe one day I’ll be able to take her to the Sanctuary I’ve told her so much about. Maybe one day she’ll be able to meet all my friends. Maybe one day I’ll take her to play in the playroom. Maybe one day I’ll be able to proudly confess my love for this woman… without having to worry about people finding out about her. And it hurts me even worse that I do this to her. Hiding her away like some secret. But it's for her own good. It's for her safety. If people knew…   “MUMMY!” She brought me out of my own spiralling thoughts once again. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she said in her normal, adult tone. “I’m fine, my love,” I lied. Though I’m pretty sure she didn’t believe it, as one of her eyebrows raised. “Anyway… I think your strawberries are nearly ready. Maybe we can pick them next week? Maybe we can do a bit of gardening whilst the weather is still good?” “You’re dodging things again…” she said, seemingly unimpressed by my attempt to divert the conversation. “I…” “Honey…” she sounded more stern this time. “I’m fine,” I repeated. “You’re clearly not. What’s going on in that head of yours?” “I thought you were supposed to be little this month…” “My girlfriend is hurting. So you get Sera, the girlfriend, not Sera, the baby. Now please, Honey… Please tell me what’s up. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, and I just felt guilt in my heart. “...I… are you happy?” I asked. “What kind of question is that?” she replied. “Of course I am!” “But… you could… be outside… making friends…” “And we both know why I can’t go out,” she smiled whilst also sighing. “But what if I’m just being overprotective? You managed by yourself before you met me!” I asked. “You’re not being overprotective. And you didn’t force me into this life. I chose to stay at home. I chose to stay safe. You’re the amazing, thoughtful, wonderful girlfriend who brings me back all these stories to keep me hopeful for the future. And I wasn’t living much of a life on my own before you.” “But you’re just like a caged bird…” “Yes, but if I got out… and word spread again…” “I know… but…” “Honeybee. No. No more thinking that. We both know I can’t go out. We both know I can’t be like most people. Maybe one day… but for now, you are doing your absolute best to make sure I feel loved, well taken care of, occupied… and most importantly… alive. We’ve managed like this for years. And it’s not like I don’t help you too, we both have our own things that we support each other with. Anyway, before you… I was just a shut-in, but once I met you… thanks to you… I felt more alive than ever. You bring happiness into my bleak existence. You bring life into my heart.” “I just wish I could introduce you…” “I know, my love. And maybe one day. We’ve been working up to this moment. You’ve been researching, I’ve been… well… I’ve been mostly wetting my nappies and changing yours…” she said, giggling at her own joke, which in turn made me giggle a little. “I promise you, Sera… I will find a way to make it so you can safely go outside. And the first ones I introduce you to… will be my family.” “From what you’ve told me over the years, I can’t wait to meet them.” “They will love you. Though one of them will be pissed at me about a lot of things.” “I’m sure she’ll understand. You’re doing this to help me.” “She won’t see it that way…” I mumbled, awkwardly. “My love… I’m sure you’re just worrying over nothing. Anyway, that’s for the future. It’ll be a long time before it's safe enough for me to leave the house.” “True. But that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying to find better ways…” “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be my little Honeybee…” she smiled sweetly at me, making my little side stir within… which wasn’t helping when I was supposed to be Mummy this month. “Right. No more girlfriend!” I said, with the straightest face I could muster, trying to act as serious and dominant as possible. “No… more?” she asked, confused, looking even a little sad. “Nope… now you’re just my little Sera! My tiny baby girl who I love with all my heart.” She giggled and squirmed in her highchair, kicking her little leggies, nearly knocking over her bowl. “And I think it’s time for some tummy time for you, little one… but first…”  I grinned at her as I crept forward, my hands extended outwards, fingers stretched… ready to pounce on an unsuspecting victim with a barrage of tickles… …Okay maybe I was super obvious and she definitely wasn’t unsuspecting… but she giggled and squealed, and that’s all that matters.           ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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