I huff and pout to myself as I sit like the bored and sad baby I am in my crib, poking at the white buttons on my pastel pink onesie. My daddies — yes, I have two daddies — needed to focus all their attention on their work, but they didn't want to leave their poor Baby Girl alone in the bedroom. So they plopped me here in my playroom full of toys and my favorite stuffies to play with.
My Daddy Jordan had noticed I was regressed and pouty while they were getting ready for their meeting in the office, just a couple of rooms down. My Daddy Jordan is the more responsible Daddy compared to his brother, Daddy Gray, who is very soft with his sternness around me; but I love and adore them both just as equally.
I pouted and cried to my Daddy Gray when the time for them to leave came, knowing he has a soft spot for my puppy eyes and easily breaks at my tears. I had hoped he'd give in and allow me to join them at their meeting. I promised I wouldn't be a bother. I'd be a good girl, all quiet and snuggled up on his lap. But Daddy Jordan knew better and scooped me up into his muscular arms, scolding me for attempting to get the better of Daddy Gray's softness for me.
That led to where I am now, in my crib pouting like the sad baby I am while my Daddies tend to their work that needs attention. At the very least, Daddy Grey said I'm allowed to play with my dollies. He also sneaked in aaaaaall the stuffies he had bought me throughout the years of him being my Daddy. All my anniversary stuffies, carnival stuffies, resort stuffies. You name it; he gifted it. I squealed as soon as he walked in with the toy box and all my stuffies. I peppered his face with a thousand kisses and almost, almost, successfully pulled him into my crib with me. When he gave me one last kiss goodbye, I got so sad.
Now I have to push away my sadness and need for my Daddies' love and snuggle and find a way to keep myself entertained. With all the toys I have in the box, I think it shouldn't be a problem.
Lucky for me, my Daddy Jordan pulled down the baby rail so I can get out of my crib easier. Grabbing hold of the smooth curve of the rail, I hoist myself up and get out of my crib. I squeal and run across the fluffy rug, headed straight for my toy box, and pull off the lid. I pop into my mouth the paci hanging off my onesie from the tiger themed clip as I look through my dollies. I bounce excitedly, pulling out my favorite dollies—the brunette Barbie with two ken dolls to match my Daddies.
I giggle to myself, laying on my tummy as I play with them. The ken dolls hug their Barbie, making me melt on the inside as I'm reminded of how my Daddies' care for me. I don't realize the time flying by as the ken dolls take their Barbie out on dates. One date to the movies, another to a restaurant, and another to a pretend beach where they go swimming. My heart is swelled with joy as I immerse myself with my toys. The small baby world I created with them entertaining me wonderfully.
I sit up as I catch an idea. A wedding! I should play pretend wedding with my dollies. I've always loved setting up the wedding for them. I had gotten my daddies to buy me the play set that came with the Barbie. It included a fluffy wedding dress, a cake, a bouquet of pretty flowers, and even a tuxedo for the ken dollies! I adore it so very much; it makes me so happy because I can dream up my very own wedding and bring it to life with my dollies.
I kneel over my toy box as I pull out the change of clothes for my dollies, quickly putting the tuxedos on the ken dolls. As I seal the Velcro to the wedding dress, the door unlocks and in walks my Daddy Gray.
"Daddy!" I squeal and run to him, my dolly still in my hand as I jump him. My daddy's chest vibrates as he chuckles, his arms coming around me to secure me in his grip.
"Oh, I missed you, Daddy." I pout and kiss his bottom lip. He smiles at me and tickles my chin, settling us on my beanbag chair in the corner.
"Not as much as I missed you, babygirl." He rubs our noses together, making me squeeze him tighter. His sparkling blue eyes take me in as I get comfy on his lap. My Daddy Gray has the most gorgeous smile I've ever seen. He's so precious to me.
"Where's Daddy Jordan?" I turn to the door, hoping he'd walk in as soon as I said his name. But nothing. The door remains shut and I only have one of my daddies here with me.
"Oh, don't look so upset, my precious Mayla. Daddy will be just another minute. He's closing up the meeting, then he'll be right here holding you with me." My Daddy Grey sits up so he can nuzzle my neck, peppering me with soft baby kisses and pulling some of my worry. "I snuck out just for you."
I giggle in his arms, his kisses making me ticklish all around. I push against his chest, wanting to show him my Barbie and her dress. He sits back and takes a look at the doll I hold between us, her fluffy dress all poofy and perfect for a bride. "I wanna play dollies with you two."
Daddy's blue eyes look at me with love and adoration, an amused smirk playing on his lips, and he pushes the dolly away. He cuts off my pouting and complaining with a kiss, his fingers gently gripping my chin in place so he can kiss me. I melt against him, taking in his yummy wood sage and sea salty scent as my fingers grip the hair at the back of his head.
"Now, don't have fun without me, you two." I hear a deep voice break our kiss behind us, making me jump slightly and hide in my Daddy Gray's chest.
"Don't scare her like that, Sir interruption." My Daddy Gray chuckles beneath me and lifts from the beanbag chair with me in his hold. I feel my Daddy Jordan place his large hand on my back as I hide from him, his touch undeniably his after being caressed by him for so many years.
"I'm sorry, babygirl. Are you mad at me?" He kisses my shoulder and rubs his fingers along my sides, making me squeal and giggle as he tickles me. I pull out of Daddy Gray's neck and reach for my other Daddy, his arms spreading for me to hop into. I plant a soft but sweet kiss on his lips as a hello before pulling back and looking into his pale green eyes.
"A wittle bit. But only a wittle bit." I pinch my fingers together to make a point, then focus on the dolly still in my hands. "Can we play for a bit, Daddy?" I give him my puppy dog eyes and bounce impatiently in his hold.
My Daddy Jordan looks at his brother behind me, and he gives my bum a small pat of approval. I giggle and slide down the front of his tall form, blushing as his muscular build feels firm and strong against my squishy body. I look up at my Daddy and give his knee a kiss, waiting patiently for his approval. He reaches down and pets the top of my head adoringly.
"Go ahead, kitten-face." He gives me permission to lead them both to my little play area, holding his hand as I crawl quickly. I grab both the ken dolls on the rug and hand them to my daddies.
"Daddy Gray gets the dolly with the blond hair." I hand him the dressed up ken doll with said blond hair. "Daddy Jordan gets the dolly with the brunette hair." I giggle and hand the brunette doll to his waiting hands.
"They're all getting married." I squeal, quickly catching them up with the little ceremony I had already started between the dollies.
Daddy Jonah leans in closer to me, keeping his ken doll just as close to my barbie. "Do you take this Daddy to be your wedded husband, little girl?" His deep voice rasps, his gleaming eyes holding mischief as I blush.
"I do, Daddy." I smile and give his cheek a small peck before turning to my other daddy holding the other ken doll.
"Does this Daddy take this babygirl to be his precious forever and ever? To love and to hold, to snuggle and kiss in sickerness and in health." I curl my legs beneath me, my daddy staring straight at me with a smirk matching his brother's beside me.
"I do." He puts his dolly down to scoop me up into his arms. "Forever, babygirl." I squeal in his hold, his lips planting sweet kisses all around my body. Daddy Jordan soon joins in too, kissing the sweet spots Grey leaves untouched all around my body.
I push my daddies away, my tiny hands pushing against their faces, driving into my neck and shoulders. My giggles surround the room and I quickly shift the focus back onto the dollies, but not without either of them sneaking pokes into my sides and face.
"Daddy, I want milkies." I rub my eyes and yawn, my little body already feeling tired from today's play date. I really want my milky, it helps me relax and puts me in my sleepy state where I'm super snuggly and smoll for both my Daddies.
My Daddy Jordan gets up, knowing how to make my milk perfectly and just the way I like it. With a dash of vanilla, a few scoops of sugar, and heated to a warm temperature for my small tongue and belly.
"I think it's bedtime for you, kitten-face." He says and cups my cheeks. I pout, not wanting the day to end so I can stay by their sides and hear their voices for longer.
"No, not yet, Daddy." I shake my head as he lifts me up and hands me over to Daddy Gray. They both chuckle at my sleepiness, Daddy Gray rubbing his palm soothingly across my back to curb my poutiness.
"Mhm, sure, babygirl." Daddy Grey pulls me in to cradle me in his hold, swiftly standing up with me in his arms. "I'll tuck her in. Get her the baby milk and we'll call it a night." I hear him speak with his brother before stepping into our shared room, gently rocking me to sleep. I sleepily reach for my Daddy Jordan, his large hands clasping my own and planting a soft kiss on my palm before shutting the door behind him.
I whimper softly, not wanting to be separated from either of them again.
"Shh, baby. I'll snuggle with you all night, as promised." As he lays me on the bed, I feel the softness of our blankies. I hug his pillow, wrapping a leg around it and earning a chuckle from him.
He crawls in behind me and wraps his enormous arms around my waist, turning my face with his fingers to give me a night night kiss. I turn to face him, his sweet taste not enough for me. He smiles against me as I run my hands down his shirt, gently pulling it up and slipping beneath. I moan into his mouth as I feel his hard abdomen, smooth and strong with muscle.
"My Daddy." I bite his lip, earning a squeeze from his hand on my bum.
"Sleepytime." He tells me sternly, pushing at my hips. I nod, only wanting a sweet kiss from him... for now, at least.
"Kitten-face, here's your bottle." Daddy Jordan opens the door, holding my sparkly pink bottle in his hand. "After this, it's bedtime for you."
"Yes, Daddy." I part my lips so he can feed me, but he places his lips on my own instead, taking advantage of the opening to deepen the kiss. I release a soft baby moan into his mouth, running my fingers through his thick brown hair as Daddy Gray kisses down my neck from behind me.
"That's enough, Kitten." Daddy Jordan pulls away, my hands snaking dangerously close to his pants. Daddy Gray wraps his arms around my waist and licks the sensitive spot on my throat, earning a shiver out of me.
"Gray. Enough." Daddy Jordan stops our actions with the authority behind his tone, making me shrink beneath him as my Daddy Gray pulls back with a smirk playing on his lips. "It's past bedtime."
Daddy Jordan crawls into the king sized bed with us, instructing me to lie down between the two. I turn to my warm daddy Gray's body; him having stripped off his shirt for me to nuzzle into him. I suckle on my bottle and his arms wrap around me, Daddy Jordan taking the time to snuggle me from behind.
Sandwiched between my two very protective but loving Daddies quickly puts me to bed, their warm sinking into the air and providing me their security and adoration.