Daddy scoops you up in his arms before you even have a chance to protest saying:
“Nope, too little to walk by yourself today”.
Your tiny feet kick helplessly, cheeks burning bright pink and you let out a little squeak that makes him chuckle. “Such a flustered little one” he murmurs rubbing your back as he carries you to the car. He gently sets you in the padded car seat, fastens the straps snugly and pops the pacifier into your mouth. He starts driving, telling you stories and making little observations about the passing scenery. You clutch your stuffed animal tightly, paci in mouth, feeling small and helpless, your cheeks still flushed from being carried and fussed over like this. Every so often he reaches and pats the front of your padding murmuring:
“Still comfy? Doing okay, little one?” You whine softly in reply feeling your stomach flutter nervously from nerves and the awkward heat of being so exposed and cared for.
Not long after, your tiny body freezes mid whine as your padding sags uncomfortably. He glances at you, calm and amused.
“Okay, baby, time for a change”. Pulling into an empty carpark he carefully unbuckles you and lifts you into his arms again. You squirm and whine, cheeks blazing, embarrassed by how completely helpless you are. The backseat becomes the perfect little changing station. He lays you down, gently undoes your padding and cleans you with care.
“There we go, much better”. he coos, re-padding you snugly, adjusting everything perfectly. Your stuffed animal is tucked beside you, paci replaced and he hands you a small bottle of milk. You drink obediently still a little whiny, flushed and completely melt-brained. Once you’re settled he resumes driving.
Every so often he leans down to squeeze your hand or smooth your hair, whispering little praises. After the first accident and backseat change you feel mostly okay- snug, milk bottle in hand, paci in mouth, stuffed animal tucked beside you. But before long your tummy starts to squirm again. You try to hold it, panic rising but it’s impossible. Another accident happens this time you realise there’s no stopping it no quick change.
You whine muffled by the paci, squirming in the straps, cheeks blazing hot. Daddy notices immediately but instead of stopping he just rubs your little tummy through your padding, murmuring, “Uh-oh? Messy again, huh?” You try to protest your tiny voice squeaky through the paci but the car seat straps and the snug padding make it impossible to wiggle away. Your whines get louder, squirming turns frantic and you can feel yourself completely helpless under his calm amused gaze.
The next stretch of the road feels endless. Every bump in the road makes you jump, every turn presses uncomfortably against you and your cheeks are flaming from embarrassment. Daddy keeps talking to distract you, telling silly stories, singing little tunes or pointing out the scenery but you can feel yourself getting squirmier and whinier with every passing mile. “I can’t hold it”, you try to squeak. He pats your thigh smiling gently. “I know, baby”.
By the time he pulls into a quiet rest stop your tiny body is warm and thoroughly flustered. You’re clutching your stuffed animal, whines softening into hiccuping sobs, paci still in your mouth, looking up at him with wide, helpless eyes. He kneels down beside the car, brushing your hair gently, whispering:
“We’ll clean up soon, just a little longer, baby.” You melt into his hands, feeling utterly helpless, blushy and completely his little one, knowing there’s no escaping the embarrassment of the car ride just yet.
By the end of the long drive, you’re sleepy, flushed and completely melt-brained, clutching your stuffed animal, paci in mouth, milk bottle empty but sticky from little dribbles. Daddy smiles, brushes your hair, and says, “See? Road trips are fun when you’re my tiny baby. All taken care of safe, and loved.” You melt completely, cheeks hot, body soft and mind full of helpless, happy embarrassment, completely his little one…🍼🎀
