Chapter 13
“Not fucking now,” Caden cursed under his breath when his phone blared a loud alarm. Answering the call, he said, “Got it, Jerico. See you in fifteen.” He rolled out of bed and grabbed a duffel bag from the closet.
“What’s that?” Brooklyn asked, propping herself up on one elbow. Being jerked out of a deep sleep had completely disoriented her. Almost immediately, she realized what had happened. “That’s the alert you told me about?”
“Yes, sweetheart. They’ve activated the team. Jerico’s going to pick me up soon. Come talk to me while I shower.”
Brooklyn wrapped the comforter around her nudity and followed him. Caden hadn’t waited for the water to warm. He already stood under the spray, rinsing off the traces of their lovemaking. “Do you have to go?”
“Yes, Brookie. This is my job, sweetheart,” he told her before dunking his head under the showerhead. When he emerged, he shook his head and continued, “Drive my truck while I’m gone. That way Brent won’t recognize your car.”
“I won’t go anywhere,” she rushed to reassure him as he stepped out to dry off after the quickest shower she’d ever seen.
Caden dried himself off with rough swipes of the towel. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, little girl. You may need to get some supplies. Remember that I have the emergency credit card in the drawer. You’re okayed to use it. You can order food, too, through the app we put on your phone.”
“There’s a lot of food in the kitchen. Do you think you’ll be gone that long?” Brooklyn’s stomach rolled at the thought of being without him for a long time.
“When I get on base, they’ll share intel with the team. Sometimes, the mission is a quick in-and-out task, and I could be back in a couple of days. Everything can change rapidly. Depending on how things go, it could be fast or extended.”
He threw the towel in the laundry hamper and walked forward to hug her tightly to him.
“I need you to stay safe. You have the base emergency line if anything happens, and I put Brent’s case number on the fridge if you need to call the police.
Remind them of that incident if anything suspicious spooks you. ”
“I have the other Littles’ phone numbers as well,” she said.
“Good. Keep your phone charged and with you.”
“Yes, Daddy. I love you.” Brooklyn wanted to make sure he heard and remembered that.
“And I love you, little girl.”
He kissed her hard before taking her hand and leading Brooklyn back into the bedroom. She sat on the bed as he pulled on his military fatigues.
Will I see him again? Her heart broke at that thought. She brushed away a tear to keep him from seeing her upset. Caden needed to focus on the mission—not worry about her.
He held out his hand when he finished to tug her off the bed. Caden squeezed her hand as they walked down the hallway. They’d reached the family room when headlights rolled over the ceiling, signaling that a vehicle had parked in the driveway.
“That’s my ride, Brookie. Take care of yourself for Daddy. It’s okay to be sad, but remember that I will do everything in my power to get back to you as quickly as possible. I just found you. I have more to live for now than ever before. Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll miss you so much.”
Caden kissed her hard before swatting her behind sharply. “I’m going to spank this bottom when I get back,” he promised.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said, trying to maintain her composure.
After another hard kiss, Caden told her, “Look in the pantry tomorrow,” and he was gone.
Brooklyn slid down the wall in the dark room and cried until her chest hurt and her tears had dried up.
Forcing herself to stand, she walked back to the bathroom to pull his towel out of the hamper.
She pressed it to her nose and inhaled, savoring his scent clinging to the fabric.
Carefully, she folded the towel and hung it on the rack before heading back to their bed to curl up on his pillow with Fluffikins. Even her stuffie couldn’t console her.
Sure she wouldn’t sleep anymore, Brooklyn filled her mind with memories of spending time with her daddy.
When she jerked awake several hours later to her surprise, the bedroom was full of light.
Caden had to be far away by then. She hugged herself and sent love after him.
Her heart rate settled into his slow pattern, putting a smile on her face. He’d gotten the message.
“Fluffikins, we need to do something today. Let’s start with breakfast.”
She got up and dressed slowly. It was going to be a long day. She might as well not rush. Hurrying would create more time for her to fill. Before leaving the bedroom, Brooklyn hugged Caden’s pillow. Its squishiness didn’t substitute for squeezing his hard body.
In the kitchen, she paused to consider what to have for breakfast. Her phone rang on the charger in the kitchen. Daddy always plugged it in there because he didn’t want her sleep to be disturbed. Jumping to her feet, Brooklyn ran to the counter to check the display. It wasn’t Caden.
“Hi, Aspen.”
“You sound disappointed,” the sweet woman said.
“I’m sorry. I thought maybe it would be Daddy.”
“Of course you did. I’d be worried if you didn’t sound unhappy that it was me calling,” Aspen teased. “Are you doing okay?”
“I wasn’t scared when my daddy was here. Now, I’m jumping at every sound again.”
“Have you heard anything from Brent?” Aspen asked. Her tone sounded sharper, like she was concerned.
“No. Nothing. It’s all in my mind,” Brooklyn confessed.
“That’s easy to understand. You’ve been through a lot. When I want to distract myself, I plan how I’m going to welcome my daddy home. I try on different outfits and practice my seduction moves in front of the mirror.”
“No way! You are so bad, Aspen!”
“So bad I’m good,” Aspen said, and Brooklyn could picture the grin on her friend’s face as Aspen continued, “Rexy looks at me like I’m a dork and goes to sleep somewhere, but I have fun. You could try it too.”
Caden’s blue eyes dark with arousal flashed into her mind.
Could she seduce him? Brooklyn was confident her daddy would enjoy any plans she created.
A flashback to him making sweet love to her when she’d woken up from a bad dream popped into her mind.
Whatever he was doing had to be dangerous.
Maybe she could distract him from the monsters that lived in his thoughts.
“Earth to Brooklyn. Stop thinking about your daddy’s fancy sex moves.” Aspen’s giggles danced through the phone lines. Brooklyn joined in her merriment, allowing her friend to lighten her mood.
A few seconds later, the reality of her daddy’s absence flooded back, making her sad. Aspen had distracted her once. Brooklyn guessed she had more ideas. “What else do you do when your daddy is gone, Aspen?”
“I miss him,” Aspen told her honestly. “It helps to get together with Giana and Pippa. We’ll call you when we make plans.”
“Thank you. Maybe I can join you by phone at least. I’m going to avoid being seen. I’m sure Brent is still out there somewhere.”
“We’ll come to you then. Maybe have a sleepover?” Aspen suggested.
“I’d love that. Check your schedules and tell me when you’re free. I’ll order some fun snacks.”
“We’ll bring stuff. If we all share something we love, we’ll have too much,” Aspen told her. “That always happens at parties. I’ll ask what date works for everyone.”
“Thanks, Aspen.” Brooklyn hesitated for a minute before asking, “Is it okay to call you if I have a question or get lonely?”
“You bet. I’ve already called you because I miss my daddy so much. You cheered me up and gave me a project to work on.”
A couple of minutes later, Aspen excused herself to take Rexy out to potty. Almost instantly, Brooklyn’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. Aspen had set up a chat. She’d given it the name SDL. Soldier Daddies’ Littles.
The rest of that day crept by. Caden had told her to check in the pantry, but Brooklyn ate the food in the refrigerator first since it could go bad.
She watched a couple of movies and played in her nursery.
She even took a nap to make the day go faster.
When shadows finally filled the interior again, Brooklyn borrowed a book from the stack under an end table in the family room and curled up in her daddy’s bed.
She was eager to explore books that her daddy enjoyed. Maybe she’d learn something new about him. The thriller pulled her into the story instantly. Brooklyn wasn’t a fast reader, but she loved losing herself in a wonderful novel.
To her delight, she woke up the next morning with the book lying next to her on the bed. She’d survived one night without her daddy. Hopefully, he would come home soon.
The days passed slowly. Brooklyn was used to hiding inside, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. Now after having Caden around, crushing loneliness hit her harder than it ever had before.
She explored the things in her nursery. When the pacifier he’d unwrapped for her had helped her nap one afternoon, Brooklyn dared to check out the other supplies in the changing table.
The sight of the thick thermometer and the lubricant sent a thrill through her.
The case had the word RECTAL in big red letters.
Could she let Caden take such intimate care of her?
As Brooklyn closed the drawer, her knee knocked one of the folded diapers off the bottom shelf.
She’d looked at them from a distance but never had checked one out closely.
Having Fluffikins in her arms boosted her bravery.
Brooklyn opened the padded garment and pushed at the cushiony material.
She checked out how it would fit around her.
Did people actually pee in this? It didn’t seem as thick as she’d expect it to be.
Surely, a Little would have an accident?
Brooklyn squeezed her legs together. Her panties were soaked. Before she could talk herself out of it, she yanked off her leggings and underwear. Fumbling, she fitted the diaper around her body. The crinkling sound made her feel littler than she’d ever experienced before.
She almost yanked it off, frightened by the level of emotion the diaper created.
Forcing herself to take this chance to experience everything, Brooklyn plopped down on her padded bottom.
She loved the faint scratch of the gathered diaper around her waist and legs.
Each sound and sensation reminded her it was okay to be little.
A familiar fantasy of her daddy lifting her to the top of the changing pad popped into her mind. He’d wrap that belt around her waist to prevent her from rolling off. Other restraints popped from one side. Those had to allow her daddy to tie her hands above her head.
Brooklyn rubbed the front of her diaper as she imagined her daddy taking care of her so intimately when he’d tethered her in place.
They’d discussed experimenting with all levels of age play.
The padding lessened the sensation of her strokes.
Frustrated, Brooklyn laid back and thrust her hand inside the diaper.
Sliding her fingers through her slick juices, Brooklyn caressed her pink folds.
She bit her lower lip as she brushed her clit.
Returning to the small bundle of nerves, she pushed her arousal higher until her hips rose from the carpet.
Crying out, Brooklyn climaxed strongly—so fiercely that she squirted into the padding of the diaper.
Slumping back on the soft flooring, Brooklyn tried to catch her breath.
“Daddy. Come home. I want you to take care of me,” she whispered into the now quiet nursery.