Seems Too Good Chapters 43 and 44 by Sofia Hammerstein

Doctor Nick Benning has worked hard to become a phenomenal surgeon. Ads for traveling to a new dimension have begun to pop up everywhere; including a billboard asking 'Life got you down? Debt sky-high? Health problems? Just needing new scenery? Visit Portal Relocations on the web to learn of your chance for a new life!' Circumstances in life change for him and the journey begins to sound intriguing despite the stories he's heard... (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: Seems Too Good © 2020-2025 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Chapter 43: Basic Skills
 

IVY LOOKED DOWN at Holly and hoped that maybe the last hour meant there was a chance to mend some fences. She wasn’t sure what really brought it on but wondered if perhaps she had also been wanting to reconcile their relationship. She sighed. Holly sucking on her nipples felt good on so many levels… ‘I’m so glad she wanted to nurse right now!’

She stroked Holly’s hair gently and wished that the picture of relaxation that she was in right now could really be the reality for both of them.

The problem was she had lied to Holly to get her there… lied about the gender change… and while honest about her new status after putting her back into diapers… well, she had still hidden her from the world at large. It hadn’t been a good thing when she’d finally been exposed. ‘I wonder how daycare went? I didn’t even get a real answer there yet…?’

She felt a change in the sucking on her nipple and knew Holly wasn’t getting enough milk now. She used her finger to gently break the suction and moved her to her shoulder to burp her. ‘Do I even need to do this?’ Ivy thought to herself as she patted Holly’s back gently and was rewarded with a burp and a bit of milk coming out of her mouth that she quickly made a face about and swallowed back. A quick rearranging of her top and she had Holly latched onto her right breast.

Like clockwork, she was done nursing that breast about ten minutes later. ‘She’s gotten a bit faster,’ she noted as she burped her. She waited to see if her milk would knock her out but was again surprised to see her still awake. She felt her diaper and told Holly, “You’re a little wet, but do you think you can make it until after I have a meeting?”

Holly shrugged and said, “Sure,” to her.

“I’m going to put you down in the playpen during this meeting. That way, if you fall asleep, you’re a little comfier. I need the couch area for them to sit on.”

“Okay,” Holly said. “May I please have my tablet?”

“Sure,” she told her and carried her to where she had set up a playpen filled with a selection of little toys, a blanket, and a couple of stuffed animals. Holly’s skirt pulled up as she placed her onto the soft floor, so she gently helped her straighten it before leaving her standing there. Her head was almost even with the top rail, and she knew Holly could probably climb out if she really wanted to. She’d just bought a regular baby playpen for the office, not thinking it necessary to really lock her up like the slightly taller Littles one would have let her. ‘I think she’d be a bit angrier and more concerned about the straps and body harness hooks that those have too!’

She walked to where she had left her own briefcase bag and handed Holly the tablet. She watched her sit down on her soggy rear and begin reading something just as a knock came on the door.

“Doctor Nickerson?” a male voice called as he opened the door.

“Peter!” she said happily.

“It’s good to see you back,” he told her as she gave him a hug.

“Good to be back,” she said with a smile, “Kandice should be here in a few moments.”

“Great!” he said, looking over at Holly, “And that’s the new bundle of joy that had you skipping work for three and half months?”

Ivy smiled reassuringly at Holly, who looked up with a measured look, “Yep, that’s my Holly Bear!” Then, motioning towards the couch for him to sit on, “I just couldn’t leave her in daycare all day yet.”

“I understand. My wife chose not to go back to work after adopting our first Little boy.”

The two of them talked for a few minutes before being joined by an older woman with grey hair, “Welcome back,” she said to Ivy. She smiled at Holly but didn’t seem bothered by her one way or another. Known as a very stern lady, Kandice Wegner was known as one of the best thoracic surgeons in the region.

Today’s meeting was scheduled as a way to hand off some cases and get a feel for how things had been going while she’d been out. While Ivy hadn’t stayed entirely out of the information loop, she also hadn’t micromanaged while she’d been out either. So these two were her best resources for knowing what she needed to get to work on.
 

I STAYED IN the playpen and looked for some new research material on my tablet. I especially found some of the different nanotechnology procedures so cool, so I’d begun researching more into what made them tick. Ivy’s meeting with the two ended just as I had found a study published in a journal by Doctor Amanda Westerfield. I had just pulled up the abstract as the three of them finished, and the lady walked by my playpen with a sniff.

“Well, smells like someone left her mommy a present in her diapee!”

I stiffened and looked up at her before feeling the back of my diaper. I sighed… ‘Not surprised after the breastmilk and lunch.’ I did start a bit about the fact I didn’t know I’d done it. There was absolutely no memory of when I’d stopped and pushed out the log smushed in the diaper I was sitting on.

Ivy smiled at her, “Yep, well, I guess I’d better get to opening it and getting her a new diaper.”

“Better you than me!” she told her. “I changed more than enough poopy diapers with my kids for the nine years I had three go through diapers. After that, I never had any desire to change another!”

Ivy giggled, “I don’t mind now, but maybe after nine years, I would. We’ll see…?”

I felt a tear go down my face at the thought of nine years of this… ‘It could be a lot longer than that,’ I acknowledged. ‘I really have absolutely no knowledge of when I’m going… If I was a true toddler, I’m no longer showing any of the signs of readiness you look for.’

She’d shown them out the door and set my changing mat down on the couch, “Come on, stinky, let’s get you changed.”

I grimaced but let her handle me gently and sat me down on the mat. She opened the diaper and made a face, “You usually try not to sit down on these diapers…?”

“I didn’t honestly know I’d gone,” I told her.

“At all?”

“At all…” I said sadly.

She pursed her lips and got to work on changing me. The poopy diaper went into a bag that she tied, and I soon sat on the couch with the tablet and a clean diaper. Finally, she said, “I’ll be right back,” and carried the bag filled with the messy diaper to her office door and quickly was back inside. “I’ll have to think about getting a diaper pail in here…” she said.

“Great…” I said, trying not to be too sarcastic in tone.

She pursed her lips at me but shook her head, “You want a bottle of juice before my next meeting? That one will last a bit longer…” she said.

“Sure,” I told her while making myself more comfortable on the couch.

She brought a blanket and the bottle over and covered me before kissing me on the forehead. “Comfy?”

I shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.”

I got back to the journal from this Doctor Westerfield and the nature of what she was researching with nanites. The article was pretty recent, and I noted she had supposedly made several new breakthroughs in adjusting neural processes and pathways with the nanites. I never had a significant cranial interest as a surgeon, but I read some of the specifics of her research and couldn’t believe what she was pulling off.

I was interrupted by, “Pretending to read Mommy’s journals?”

A sarcastic smirk on a man about my age looking down at me made me want to scream at him. “No, her specialty is pediatrics rather than neurosurgery,” I told him. “Normally, so is mine, but I’m finding the processes for using nanites to correct neuro deficiencies fascinating in this dimension.”

The man looked at me like I had grown a second head. But then, he looked over at Ivy, “What?”

“She was a pediatric and general surgeon back home in her dimension.”

“Littles can’t possibly?!?” He objected.

“Even the Littles here in this dimension could probably learn to be a doctor,” I told him in as measured of a voice as I could, “But we don’t have Bigs and Littles in my dimension. So everyone is one species of humans that try not to take race and appearance to indicate potential growth and success.”

I enjoyed the bit of brain freeze he had before he looked at the article and said, “If you really do understand any of that, tell me about the transport system…?”

I actually rather enjoyed the next few minutes of him quizzing my understanding of what I was reading there. He reminded me of one of the doctors who had been in charge of my residency. I answered every question he had and then ended up having a spirited discussion with him about the merits of that particular study.

“Where did you find her, Ivy?” He asked her finally.

“Through an agency, PortalRelocations is their name on the other side of the dimension.”

“What’s it here?”

“ProcuringRelationships,” she told him.

I felt my mouth open as I realized yet another way they were duping people into coming to this dimension. I sighed with that and bit my tongue. “Tricked you into coming, I’m guessing?” He asked me.

“Basically,” I told him. “Some crackpot publications are warning of this… but generally, we all think it’s probably not true.”

“Shame; I have a feeling your dimension lost a skillful surgeon.” He told me, to my surprise, “Well, Ivy, you asked me to stop by?”

“Yeah, Jake, I need to talk to you about this surgery on Tilda Wilson,” she said as she handed over a case file to jog his memory.

I sat and watched their discussion for a minute before returning to the study I was reading. I did keep an ear open for their discussion and noted how much further the Amazons were with being able to deal with developmental disorders like autism. In this particular case was a girl they were getting ready to use the nanites to reprogram the centers of her brain to essentially ‘cure’ her. The only downside from what I overheard was a sixty percent chance that the child would remain her height for the rest of her life. At currently sixty-six inches, she would be a Little. Ivy made a serious push to recommend they wait until she had another growth spurt or two.

“If you wait that long she’ll miss developmental milestones anyway,” he told her, “Honestly, it would be easier for her parents to take care of her in Little form anyway in that case…?”

In the end, Ivy gave her blessing providing the lawyers had the parents locked in to prevent a malpractice suit. I personally thought it was a no-brainer myself, but she seemed to hate locking an Amazon into a Littles life. ‘I guess she knows how much it sucks for me after all?’ I thought, once again annoyed with her.

When he left, he said, “When you finish reading that study, you should read…” and gave me a half-dozen other studies that he thought would interest me. I quickly jotted them down in a notes app.

“Thanks!” I told him.

“You’re welcome! I wasn’t expecting an intelligent discussion to be possible with an adopted Little. Usually, their mommies have stifled all of that when I see them.”

He looked over at Ivy, “I approve of not doing that to her, by the way. Don’t do anything to that brain - she’s smarter than most of the doctors here.”

As he closed the door behind him, I realized I was thirsty and began nursing on the bottle of juice she had left me. Ivy looked at me, and I saw a small smile come to her face.
 

IVY COULDN’T BELIEVE that Holly had gotten Doctor Snider to act… well, like a human. He was usually one of those very cerebral individuals who didn’t talk much to others. She personally found him really attractive, but nothing had ever clicked with them enough for her to make a move on him. ‘Maybe Holly is the ticket?’ she thought as she smiled at the sight of Holly taking a long suckle from her bottle.

She turned red though and put the bottle down, and turned her face back to the tablet.

Ivy sighed, ‘I don’t have a clue what to do… maybe I should sign us up for therapy.’ She shook her head, though, ‘therapy with a Little means brainwashing or hypnotizing them to accept their place in life.’

She turned to the clock and saw it was about an hour until it would be time to leave. ‘Need to get those reports done…’ she thought and turned to her computer. But, not facing her, she didn’t notice the tear that streaked down Holly’s face as she continued to read.
 

I FELT EVEN more emotional the longer I sat on the couch reading about procedures I’d never be able to do. The frustrating and sad part of it all was that my height shouldn’t matter! Because everything was based on directing nanites to their destination with remote commands, I could perform all of these even with my tiny size!

I sighed and began to wonder about taking a break and finding one of the game apps she had installed on the tablet when her door opened with a knock again. I looked up and saw it was the hospital CEO, Bob.

I tried not to groan at the sight of the man I had gotten into an argument with last time. He took one look at me, sneered, and turned to Ivy. “Bring your daughter to work today?”

“The law says I can,” she told him, “I’m not doing any procedures this afternoon, and she’s being a good girl and reading her tablet.”

“You’re letting her learn how to read?” He said and looked at me in surprise.

I couldn’t help myself, “No, I’ve had that skill for about thirty-four years now.”

“Hmm… well, perhaps in another twenty, you’ll gain the basic skill of potty training,” he was a jerk, but I realized my skirt had ridden up, and you could clearly see the ballooned wet diaper showing. I chose not to give him the satisfaction of reacting by pulling my skirt down.

“Perhaps,” I said with my eyes narrowed at him.

“Bob, you wanted something?” Ivy asked him.

“Yes, first of all, thanks for working on my niece. She’s recovered well and seems to be symptom-free now.”

“You’re welcome,” she said.

‘Yeah, you’re welcome!’ I thought from where I was seated, knowing I was the reason for that.

“I wanted to let you know that the review board needs to meet next week on a couple of experimental procedures…?”

I tuned it out after a while since I had nothing to do with those procedures. ‘So this is what discussions were like at the senior level,’ I couldn’t help but think as they talked and figured out some answers to some other problems. Budget issues were a concern, and more than anything, I could tell Bob was a chauvinistic jack-ass from the way he treated Ivy.

I waited until he left, “That guy is an asshole!” I said.

“Holly!” Ivy chided me. “Language!”
 
 

Chapter 44: Lullaby
 

“SORRY, I DON’T know of a set of words that describes him better.” I begrudgingly apologized to Ivy.

Ivy sighed, “I don’t disagree, but don’t say anything more directly to him. The last thing we want is him to have a reason to tell me I can’t bring you in here!”

I gulped and nodded, “Thank you for letting me be here instead of the daycare.”

“You’re welcome, Holly. Tomorrow will be the same, but I have a backlog of procedures I’ll be doing Wednesday through Friday.”

“You’re off on the weekend, though?”

“Rank hath some privileges,” she told me.

I nodded at that.

“Give me another twenty minutes, and we’ll get out of here. Can your diaper hold that long?”

I pushed my finger into the padding at my crotch and felt the squish, “It should?”

“Okay then, Ba… Holly, I need to get back to work.”

I stuck the bottle back in my mouth and found a news site on the internet and read about some of this country’s problems. It seemed like corrupt politicians were a universal thing in this world too. I was reading about some sting that had actually involved a state governor. He was apparently in deep with an illegal Little breeding ring. ‘Little breeding ring?!?!’ I thought to myself. I followed that news down the rabbit hole and jumped when I was touched on my foot.

“Let’s get that diapee changed, and then we’ll go find some dinner?” She suggested to me as I turned the tablet off.

“Okay,” I told her as she sat the changing pad next to me and moved me onto it. Then, as she untaped the diaper, I asked, “I just read about a governor that was… breeding Littles?”

Her hands froze, and she sighed, “Yes, he was a corrupt idiot. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one.”

“So, they breed us like dogs?” I said, astounded.

“Some illegal rings are out there doing it. It’s not legal in any state, though, here in this country.”

“In other countries?” I asked as the wipe traveled along my groin.

“In other countries, it is done,” she said honestly. “Those same countries automatically use chemicals and hypnotherapy on their Littles, too,” she added. “You can’t even trust the food there not to do things to Amazons.”

“What do they do to you?”

“I’ve heard of cases of women whose mothering instincts to baby Littles gets amplified… Kind of scary, actually.” She admitted as she taped the new diaper closed.

I shuddered, “Yeah...”

“What sounds good for dinner tonight? We had stir-fry for lunch… we could do Italian, Mexican, Indian, Thai, or a burger somewhere?”

I thought for a second, “Italian or Mexican, either sounds good?”

“Why don’t we do Mexican tonight? Explore what you think is actually spicy?” she asked as she packed away her stuff and my tablet.

“That sounds like fun,” I told her with a genuine smile as she picked me up. She put her briefcase and diaper bag on the opposite shoulder before grabbing the wet diaper and carrying it out with us. Her door locked behind her after she said, “Door, secure.”

I was impressed as it responded, “Secured, good night Doctor Nickerson.”

“Why didn’t you do that last time we left?”

“Normally, someone else locks up…” she told me, “they’re not here today.”

“Oh…”

A quick walk down the hallway to dispose of the diaper was quickly made. Ivy then washed both of our hands at a nurse’s station before walking to the car. Soon I was buckled in and watching our progress on the screen she had put in. I watched shops go by and felt annoyed at all of the Little oriented shops that we passed by. Then, I noticed one of the buildings was labeled as ‘Home for Wayward Littles.’

I had just enough time to see a man attempting to wrangle a Little in a business suit into the building. I wished for instant replay but was glad to see the sight gone. ‘That was probably one of those etiquette schools…?’ I thought to myself. ‘Or an orphanage?’

‘This world is nuts!!!’
 

IVY DROVE THROUGH the streets and occasionally checked on Holly at stops. She noticed she was in deep thought again and hoped that the moments of sunshine they’d had could maybe get through the gloomy clouds of the past weeks. ‘Rescuing her from daycare today was definitely the right move…’ she thought.

‘Bob was an ass earlier… I’m not sure what he would do to her, but I have to really watch their interactions.’

The sign for her favorite restaurant, Casa del Lagarto, came up quickly, and she was looking forward to eating. Ivy had made sure she went plenty of times before Holly came because she didn’t really think there would be many trips once she had her Little. Littles usually couldn’t do spicy… Even the mildest stuff here was too hot for them, and she’d seen more than a few try it and give up for a meal of baby food or breastmilk. However, lunch had been as spicy as the medium at this restaurant, so Ivy thought Holly might be able to tolerate the food there!

She pulled into a spot and gathered all you needed to take a baby inside a restaurant. Diaper bag, baby, and one of her newest purchases, a cover for restaurant high chairs. She piled it into the diaper bag and gathered the most essential piece, Holly.

“Now, Holly, I haven’t brought you here because even the mildest food is usually too spicy for Littles… But, on the other hand, it’s less than what you had at lunch, so I figure it’s worth a shot with you?”

The smile on her face was worth it, “Yay! Something with some flavor!”

She squeezed her tightly to her side as she walked into the restaurant.

“Buenos Dias!” the hostess said brightly. “So glad to see you back here! How many?”

“Just the two of us,” she told her with a smile.

“High chair por la niña?”

“Please!” she told her.

“Follow me,” she told her and grabbed a high chair and replaced a chair while Ivy waited patiently. “Just a warning, our food is not usually a good match for little taste buds…?”

Ivy sat Holly down on the floor and put the high chair cover on. As she picked her up to place her inside, she said, “My Holly Bear’s not a normal Little. She’s from another dimension. We ate some stir fry earlier that was hotter than your medium, and she didn’t even break a sweat. I think she’ll be just fine!” Ivy smiled and kissed the top of Holly’s head before having a seat and pulling her high chair closer to her.

“Very good!” she said and left a menu in front of Ivy.
 

I TRIED TO peek over at the menu from where I was seated. I had always felt like parents who used these covers were a bit ‘extra’ with their kids, but I had to appreciate the little bit of cushion that these plastic high chairs otherwise lacked! I could just make out menu items that sounded familiar back home.

“How about enchiladas, a taco, and relleno?” she suggested.

“Sure?” I said, “I hope it’s good.”

“You really didn’t have a problem with lunches spice?”

I shook my head, “No… it was a tingle, but barely anything.”

She bent down, grabbed a bottle from my diaper bag, and uncapped it just as the waitress arrived.

“What can I get you to drink?”

“Do you have some juice we can put in her bottle?”

“Sure! Plapple work?”

“Sure, she loves that.” Ivy said and handed her my bottle, “I’ll take just some water.”

“Great! Do you know what you want to order?”

“Yes, we’re going to get this combination plate here. If you’ll put some of your mild, medium, and hot sauces on the side?”

“Just to warn you, even our mild is too hot for Littles…?”

“I think she’ll be okay, but if she’s not, I will get her some of mommy’s milk,” she told her. I turned red as she talked about using her milk to counter the capsaicin.

“Okay then, let me fill her baba, and I’ll be right back!”

A coloring mat came back at the same time as my bottle, and I worked on it with the crayons carefully and methodically while I waited for our food. Most of the time I’d colored had been to pretend I was a baby; she knew I was a Little, and I didn’t care here. However, my coloring skills seemed to improve the more I did it for real.

When the food arrived, the lady brought a small plate too. “That’s not necessary,” Ivy told her, though.

I had to wait patiently while she cut a piece of sauceless enchilada and fed it to me. I chewed it, and it was okay, but nothing that great. “Needs sauce,” I told her.

“Okay, let’s try the mild first,” she told me. So I was given another piece with mild on it that I carefully chewed.

“That’s better, but not hot at all,” I told her.

The waitress was standing by watching as she said, “Well, let’s try the medium…?”

It had a little bit of taste, but not fiery like I would like, “It’s tasty, but not spicy.”

“Well then, let’s see if you like Mommy’s normal level!” she said and dunked another piece in the hot sauce.”

It wasn’t too spicy by my standards, but a pleasant burn lit up my face. “Oooh, that’s good!” I smiled at her.

“Really?” she asked, still a little surprised. She had some herself and seemed to be watching me for a reaction. “I can’t believe you’re okay with it. That really is pretty hot!”

“I guess I have different taste buds than mortal Littles?”

She laughed at that and dumped the spicy stuff over the rest of the food. The rest of the meal alternated with her eating a few bites and me eating a bite. Early on, the idea of eating off of someone else’s fork had really bothered me, but as time went on - especially since I began sucking milk from her breasts - I decided it didn’t matter. With as much breast milk as she fed me, I certainly had been exposed to every germ she carried.

By the end of dinner, I had actually enjoyed myself. The food was genuinely good, and I felt the nice high that capsaicin always gave me.

“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it,” a gentleman came up to the two of us in a chef’s jacket. “I’ve never known a Little who could eat even our mild food!”

I smiled at him, “It was delicious!”

“Mama, you must bring her back many times! It brings me joy to see a Little enjoy my food!”

“I have a feeling we’ll definitely be back,” Ivy told him, “I was a regular before I adopted her. It wasn’t until recently that I realized she’s got different taste buds that can handle this.”

“Dinner is on the house for you two tonight. Can I get you any dessert?”

Ivy looked at me, and I shook my head. I was full.

“Not tonight, maybe another time. You don’t have to do that, sir!”

“No, but I want to! So have a great evening!”

He turned and walked away, and Ivy looked at me, “Well, your cuteness certainly has its moments!”

I frowned at that for a second before giving her a smile. “We do have to come back!”

She laughed and carried me to the car. That night she sat with me in front of the TV, and we watched a show that she knew was safe to watch together. When it came time for my bath, I tried to relax more as she washed my body. It still annoyed me that she felt like she had to do it, but I was accepting I didn’t have a choice in this part of my life.

Diapered and dressed in a sleeper, she carried me to the rocking chair a bit later and sat with me cradled against an arm, still sitting up to look at her. “Look, Holly… I’m sorry I’ve messed everything up for you… I don’t think I had realized how much I had taken away from you until you started shutting me out after that first day in daycare.”

I looked at her and tried to decide how to respond since I’d wanted to bury the hatchet somehow, but I was still pissed off at being lured like I had been. “I appreciate the apology… but I don’t know what good it does?”

“Holly…”

“Look, I’ve wanted to try and make amends here too… I’m not going to lie to you and tell you I’m not still pissed - because I am. I do appreciate that out of all of the crazy Amazons in this world, you are probably the safest one I could have ended up with… but...”

“But?”

“Am I stuck here? I mean, I look at some of these Littles… They’ve been pooping their diapers for decades… Doing nothing but being in daycare, sucking from breasts, teased about their babyishness that’s been brainwashed into them…?”

She sighed, “Unfortunately, you are stuck here, I think.”

“You can’t send me back?”

“Do you think they’d let you go free if I did?”

I thought about that, “Other travelers come back…?”

“Usually, only a few tourists who are sworn not to talk about the baby parts.”

“They do talk… it’s just that no one would believe this,” I told Ivy with my hand waving towards my nursery.

“Well… we can look into it, but I would hate to think I sent you home and then discover that they just held you and put you into an etiquette center and destroyed you instead…?”

I grimaced at that, “They would too.” I had to admit.

“So… that leaves here.”

“Here…” I sighed. “Forever a baby.”

“Well… let’s see.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t do this anytime soon, Holly, but sometimes parents deem their Littles worthy of growing up. So maybe we can say in a couple years that I decided it was time to potty train you and send you to school?”

“College?”

“Maybe?” she said. “We’ll have to see… remember this would be tricky. But maybe I can help you become a grownup Little who lives with her mommy still.”

“Why not do that now?”

“Home inspections?” she said.

“Oh…” I thought and remembered when they had come in two times while she was on leave. Both times, it was clear the inspector was happy I was diapered, confined in a playpen during their visit, and nursing from Mommy just fine. ‘I still can’t believe they insisted on watching me nurse to make sure I latching on correctly!’

“How long do they continue?” I asked.

“Two years,” she said. “Which is also your contract length, right?”

I nodded, “So after two years?”

“We’ll decide if you still want to grow up. Then, we’ll figure out a way to do so if you do.”

“I guess that’s the best deal I’m going to get. What’s your part of this?”

“Can you just be my baby for that time? Smile at me, maybe? Indulge my instincts?”

“Don’t I already?”

“Sometimes… but more often, you just scowl or have a neutral face. Try?”

I looked at her and held my hand out. “I’ll try if you promise.”

She shook my hand and said, “Deal.”

With that, her top pulled away and exposed a large nipple with a drop of fluid just waiting to drink. I latched on and thought, ‘Well, at least this is one of the best-tasting things I’ve ever had… still tastes good after doing it this many times too.’
 

IVY LOOKED DOWN at Holly and hoped they’d had a breakthrough moment. Her body always relaxed when she nursed, but today seemed more so. Watching Holly’s hands was like watching a newborn’s. She always had her fist closed at first and opened it as she got fuller. By the time she finished nursing from her second breast, she had the most relaxed tiny hands.

Burping her gently, she cradled her and sang a lullaby to her. She was probably already asleep, but she couldn’t help but want to sing to this beautiful little girl. Holly was so much like her that she hated to have done her wrong… but she had finally at least felt like they were honest with each other, and maybe they would get past this. Ivy rocked and softly sang the lullaby her own mommy used to sing to her even into elementary school.

Lul-la-lul-la-by,
Hush, my babe, and do not cry,
In your cradle, now you swing,
Until you sleep, I’ll softly sing,
Lul-la-la-by
 
 

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