Papi heads toward the crib first and gently sets Wally inside before aiming for the changing table. He lowers me onto the padded surface. I start to panic, afraid I might fall since I have no control over my body, but I relax a moment later when Papi reaches across me and pulls a strap over my torso. He fastens me securely, including trapping my hands at my sides.
He’s been rattling off everything I can see for the last few minutes, but now he leans over me and kisses my cheek. “I’m so happy you’re here. I can’t even believe it. You’re mine, and you’re here.” He’s grinning wide. “I’ll probably come in to check on you ten times a night to make sure I haven’t imagined you.”
If I could smile I would.
Papi removes my diaper, cleans my skin, and gently wraps me in a new one. I hadn’t even realized I’d wet myself. It’s unnerving and makes my heart race faster again.
“Don’t you worry, Baby girl. You’ll be sitting up in no time and then crawling and surfing the furniture before you know it.”
I’d settle for speech.
“I know you’re anxious to see Olivia, but how about if we wait a few days so you can at least speak to her when she visits?”
I blink at him, hoping he can understand my agreement.
He smiles and pats my tummy. “Blink once for yes. Twice for no.”
I blink once. At least we have a signal.
“Also,” he continues, “I haven’t had any contact with Chadka yet. I was thinking I wouldn’t tell him or Olivia it’s you I brought back with me. Let’s keep it a surprise, yeah?”
I blink once again. I love this idea. I’m so excited and so frustrated at the same time. If only I could speak.
Papi unfastens me and lifts me into his arms again. “You’re going to sleep a lot at first. It’s normal. Your body needs time to adjust to the atmosphere, and you’ll be recovering for several days from coming out of stasis.
He’s right. I’m already tired, and I just woke up. Apparently six months of travel in an induced coma leaves a person groggy.
“Let’s get a bottle in you, Baby girl. You need to practice sucking as much as possible. It will help you increase your oral skills.” Papi carries me to the kitchen where he prepares a bottle before returning to the nursery and settling into a gigantic rocking chair in the corner of the room.
I notice Papi isn’t wearing a shirt. He never did after we got to his suite in Club Zoom either. He told me neither men nor women wear shirts here. That’s going to be an adjustment. I’m not incredibly modest or anything, but the thought of people seeing my titties is weird.
Papi pops the pacifier out of my mouth and replaces it with the nipple of the bottle. He rocks me and pats my bottom while I start swallowing the formula. He looks so happy that it makes me happy too.
I’d love to jump forward in time, but at least Papi’s excitement is contagious. I’m going to have to be patient to get through this stage. He said it would take two weeks. I can do it faster. I’m determined.
I start to drift off, and Papi has to jiggle the bottle a few times. “Finish all of it, Little one. You need the nourishment.”
Somehow I manage, and it’s a struggle to stay awake as Papi lowers the side of the crib, gently lays me on my back, and kisses my forehead. “You look like an angel in this crib. Are you really here?” he asks rhetorically.
Papi reaches across me and lifts a white strap of some sort. A moment later, I panic when he fastens it around my wrist, restraining my arm to the slats on the side of the crib.
When he glances at me, he must read my expression because he pats my tummy and explains. “I know you can’t move yet, but I want you to get used to sleeping restrained, Baby girl. It’s the only way I’ll know you aren’t in here playing with your titties or reaching into your diaper to rub your clit.”
I may be immobile, but that doesn’t keep my cheeks from heating. He’d threatened he would secure me, but I’m still unnerved that he’s really doing so.
He leans over and kisses both of my nipples, making them stiffen. “I won’t prick you or do anything intentional to give you pleasure while you’re not able to control your movements, but I missed you. Hurry up and get strong, okay?”
I would laugh if I could.
He kisses my forehead again and then steps back to attach my closest arm to the railing before lifting it up. The restraint slides down the rung as he lifts the rail. The sides are very high. I don’t think I could get over them even if I wanted to. Plus, I know it’s forbidden. I’m not even permitted to stand in the crib let alone climb out.
And what am I thinking? I obviously won’t be able to sit, stand, climb, or do anything at all really if he restrains my wrists to the sides of the crib every time he puts me to bed.
My arms are pulled out just enough that I won’t be able to touch my sides even with my fingers. I wouldn’t be able to open my diaper, and I certainly can’t reach my titties.
I squirm. Maybe not on the outside, not physically, but inside. The restraints spark my arousal, perhaps more than if I were able to touch myself. But I would never get the relief I’m going to crave like this. My mind is powerful but not that powerful.
I want Papi to come back. I don’t like being alone. I’m also fighting sleep, and eventually it sucks me under…