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“When did you miss me? When did you even have time to miss me? Besides when you and Sable were playing in your room, I’ve been with you all day.”
He set her down in the high chair and proceeded to buckle her in, pulling the strap between her legs and then clipping the belt at her waist and tightening it until it was snug.
He could’ve buckled her ankles down too but it was just too freaking cute the way she gently kicked her feet sometimes. Especially when he was feeding her something she thought was yummy like applesauce. She would make this frigging adorable humming sound and bop her head from side to side and it was hard to believe a single person could contain so much cuteness. And how easily she slipped into being little.
Besides, Coco didn’t seem to get off on bratting. Not like Plum. Gideon had his hands full with that one. But maybe that would change over time.
Littles sometimes acted out to test boundaries or to reassure themselves that their caregivers weren’t going anywhere even if they weren’t perfect angels. He would never want Coco to be so well-behaved because she thought if she wasn’t then they wouldn’t want her anymore. No, that broke his heart into a million fucking pieces.
“I missed you while I was asleep.”
Like a good girl, Coco had already set her forearms on the rests of the seat and he buckled the straps at her wrists. It didn’t escape his notice that her nipples hardened when he did, and she licked her lips. Yeah, he and Huds definitely needed to talk about fucking their little girl, see if she was up for some play, some experimenting, allowing them to learn how to make her feel good.
He grabbed a bib from the bin next to the table—making sure it matched her dress—and snapped it around her neck.
“You are too precious, sweetheart. I’ll tell you what—Daddy and Papa will both administer your enema tonight and after we finish cleaning you up, I’ll come straight to bed with you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really,” he said before cupping her cheeks in his hands and leaning in to plant a kiss on her forehead. “Then you won’t have to miss me at all.”
“Thank you, Papa.”
Coco swung her feet while he fetched her food from the cabinet. It was maybe obsessive, but he sorted all the little jars into plastic bins that he labeled with what day and meal they were for that he then stacked up. There were more of course if she was especially hungry, but she knew now she had to eat everything he brought over in the bin. Plus he’d made another batch of rice cereal for her today and he popped a bowl of it in the microwave to warm it up before carrying Coco’s full meal to the table.
“Alright, little girl. Let’s start with the rice cereal so it doesn’t get cold.”
Her mouth tightened and her nose wrinkled, but she didn’t say anything. And when he raised the spoon to her mouth and coaxed, “Open up for Papa,” she did. Pulled a face as she moved the cereal around in her mouth and then swallowed but he couldn’t blame her. The fortified rice cereal wasn’t the most delicious food but it was very nutritious.
Ian spooned the entire bowl into her and definitely noticed how she shifted in her seat and how her nipples were still like little pebbles under her adorable dress. They would ask first—of course they would ask—but if Coco said yes to him toying with her tits he was absolutely going to pinch and tug at her nipples while he fed her. And if she was a good girl, get her off once her tummy was all full.
Ian cracked a jar of pureed peas and though she didn’t seem happy about it, Coco ate it all without complaint. When he opened the jar of chicken and sweet potato puree though, she made a pathetic little sound.
“Please, Papa. I don’t like that one.”
“It doesn’t matter what you like, babygirl. Papa and Daddy and Doctor Eric know what’s best for you. If little girls had their way, they’d just eat treats all day. That would be very unhealthy.”
Coco pouted. “I would eat fruit too.”
Ian laughed. “Yes, you would. You would eat so much fruit you would turn into one. What do you think; a banana, an apple, or a blueberry, hmm?”
When Coco opened her mouth to answer, he popped the spoon inside and rubbed her throat until she swallowed, then scooped up another bite with the soft colorful spoon he fed her with.
“You tricked me!”
“Yes, a little,” he conceded, not feeling at all bad even at her outraged exclamation. She was too indignantly cute, like a wet kitten. “For your own good. You need to eat this whole jar before you get your peaches. I know you like peaches.”
She scowled at him and pinched her mouth closed. If Coco thought resistance theater was going to deter him, she was wrong. So, so wrong. He would get this entire jar into her tummy, and then he might have to have Huds finish her feeding so he could take a cold shower. There was just something about force-feeding a little girl that got his motor running.
Ian raised the spoon and swooped it around in the air, making zooming sounds before making an announcement like a pilot. “Please take your seats everyone, we’re coming in for a landing.”
But his little girl didn’t budge.
“Coco. I already explained why you need to eat even when it’s not your favorite. This is your last chance to cooperate or Daddy and I will have to discuss what consequences should be for a naughty girl.”
Ian knew he had a reputation for being a hothead with a short temper and it wasn’t unfair—which, come on? As a redhead, could he be any more cliche?—but it didn’t seem to kick in when he was dealing with littles.
Coco seemed to consider what he’d said, staring at him like she was trying to figure out if he’d really do it. They’d been saying for almost a month now that they would spank her for bad behavior once she was better. Was she better enough to have her bottom bared and swatted?
