Mimi

This is a short story I wrote a little while ago. It is inspired by someone very dear to me. Hope you enjoy. ***************************************** Like the bells of Notre Dame, my alarm chimed my usual 6:30 am wake-up time. Another day, another dollar to be earned. I turned my head to see her laying there, peacefully sound asleep. She was so beautiful, and I counted my blessings every single day that I had her in my life. I slid out of bed, making sure that she still had lots of covers to keep her warm, and waded my way into the bathroom; much like a zombie shambling after a would-be meal. I flicked on the light and closed the door. I winced at the bright light as it exploded into existence like the light of a thousand suns. I washed my face with some warm water and brushed my teeth. My morning routine is monotonous: wash my face, brush my teeth, shower, shave, clean every inch of my body, brush out my hair and head back to the room for the rest of my morning activities. I finished up in the bathroom and headed back to the darkness of the bedroom and my awaiting little princess. She lay there without a care in the world. Her hair disheveled and a mess. The bed was littered with stuffies, and she was wrapped in the duvet like a tightly wound burrito. Standing there, clad only in a towel, I watched her rest, lingering for just a moment before returning to getting ready. I picked out some tights, a nice dress (today felt like a blue and white polka dot kind of day), my favourite pair of heels, bra, panties, and a nice belt. I donned my armor for the day and was ready to put on my warpaint. I went back to the bathroom, put on some makeup and I was ready for the day. Well, I was ready but there was still much to do. I headed back to the room and sat on the edge of the bed next to my little princess. I leaned over and kissed her forehead. She hadn’t been feeling so great the last few days, so this kiss was duel purposed: a tender show of affection and a temperature check. If her temperature felt high, then I’d have to wake her and get the thermometer for her little bottom. Today though, she felt alright and wasn’t in need of further inspection. I reached between her legs to find her diaper completely soaked. I chucked and muttered to myself: “I expected no less from my little Princess. Mommy will change you before work baby, don’t worry.” Making my way to the closet, every careful step placed to avoid waking the sleeping beauty, I collected the necessary supplies: fresh diaper, stuffer, powder, cream, wipes and disposal bag. I sat down on the bed and unraveled the burrito that kept her so safe and warm. She let out a small whine, rousing the slightest bit from her slumber. “M..Mommy? What time is it?” I shushed her and stroked her hair, moving it from her face. I calmed her and kissed her forehead. “Now, little girl we need to get your bum changed. Lay still and let Mommy help you.” I held her pacifier to her lips and slid it into place as she opened her mouth instinctively. “Good girl.” I said with a smile. I helped position her on her back and began my work. I opened the soggy night time diaper and wiped her until every single inch of her was clean. “Such a good girl! Using your diaper like the little baby you are!” She let out another whine. She always liked to fight me when I called her a baby. She protests that she is in fact a big girl, but her and I know differently. I rolled up the soggy diaper and tossed it, with the dirty wipes, in the disposal bag. I opened and fluffed up the new diaper and put securely positioned the stuffer inside before sliding it under naked body. Leaning down I kissed her tummy and inched down before giving her princess parts a gentle kiss. “Now you be a good girl today for Mommy and maybe she’ll let you have some big girl playtime tonight.” I placed a dollop of cream on her bum and smoothed it into her skin. I powdered her with ample amounts of powder and made sure she was nice and dry. Once she was all nice and ready, I taped the thick diaper between her legs and secured it in place. My girl was now ready to go back to sleep. I wrapped her carefully back into her cocoon, handed her a stuffie from the mountain sitting on the other side of the bed, and proceeded to kiss her left cheek, then right, then her forehead, finishing with a paci kiss, before heading back to the closet. I picked out a onesie, skirt and a nice pair of socks for her and laid it on the end of the bed. Before I left the room, I turned to her, blew her a kiss and spoke “I love you my little bean. Mommy will be back later tonight. Be good and check your list today.” Before I left the room, I heard a small, sleep laced, paci muffled “I love you too Mommy” come from the bed. I closed the door and headed downstairs. Now my princess was not working today which meant she had things to do at home and a space where she could spend the day in little space. I sat down at the table with my morning cup of tea, a couple pieces of buttered toast and a pen and paper. If my girl was going to be home all day, then I was going to leave her a note from Mommy. It read: To my darling Babygirl, While Mommy is at work today, she expects you to be on your best behaviour. You have lunch that is ready for you in the fridge and all you must do is eat it before Mommy gets home for dinner. You also have three bottles in the fridge that I expect to be empty when I get home. Remember your rules and have a wonderful day Sweetpea! Mommy loves you so very much. Your chores for today are: 1. Clean up our room. You have clothes, stuffies and toys all over the place. Put them back where they belong 2. Make the bed 3. Clean the downstairs bathroom 4. Sweep the floors 5. Empty the dishwasher You also need to make sure you spend an hour today working on your journal. I would like to read about your thoughts today when I get home. I know you’ll make me proud. You may eat the attached treat, after your chores are finished and not before. Mommy will call and check in on her lunch. Love, Mommy. I left the letter on the table, held down by a Hershey’s Kiss, and finished my breakfast. Her lunch and bottles were set in the fridge and she was ready for her day. I put on my shoes, grabbed my purse and keys and headed out the door for work. Work couldn’t be over fast enough because by the time I made it to the car, I already missed my Babygirl.