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More sobbing and an occasional hiccup indicated she didn’t hear me.
“Baby, I do forgive you,” I assured her again.
“I’m sorry.”
“Baby, Uncle Tyler said he forgave you; do you think you can forgive yourself?”
“No, is our second day together and Tinsley already messed up!”
Poor baby. She really was so hard on herself.
“You didn’t mess anything up, baby, you were just being a Little girl. Sometimes Little girls are sassy,” Elliot soothed, rubbing her back.
I kissed the top of her head and gave her time to process her feelings. I guessed I would need to learn how to handle Little girls with big feelings.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered after several minutes of me holding and Elliot patting her.
“I know you are, sweet girl. I also know you didn’t really want me to get eaten.”
“Tinsley would be so sad.”
Her genuine words brought a smile to my face.
Several more minutes later, she was sitting between us drinking her water cup.
“Damn, there’s some really good flavors in here,” Elliot said as he opened a blue candy. Tinsley frowned and snatched the bucket from between his legs.
“Tinsley’s cannie,” she said with a frown.
I groaned. I had a feeling my latest purchase was going to be a pain in the ass.
Chapter Fourteen
Tinsley
I held Daddy’s and Uncle Tyler’s hands as we walked through the tiny town again. We were going to meet Hazel and her Daddy for breakfast and then Daddy said we had something super special to do.
I hoped it was more orgasms. The night before, he and Uncle Tyler had taken turns kissing my kitty over and over, but they wanted me to heal before we had more sex. I missed the intimacy of feeling them hovering over me.
“What do you think you’re gonna have for breakfast today, Teenie?”
“Hmmm, let me think,” I teased like I hadn’t eaten pancakes or waffles every morning this week.
“I think maybe you’ll have an omelet,” Daddy said.
I gasped. “I would never eat Count Cluckula’s babies.”
Uncle Tyler laughed and then squeezed my hand. “You are a Little bundle of joy.”
“I think maybe I will have pancakes.”
“Shocker,” Daddy teased.
I waved at Hazel when I saw her already sitting at a table with her Daddy.
She waved, slid her chair back, and ran toward us. I giggled when her Daddy snagged her by the back on her overalls and put her back in her chair. She frowned at him. He leaned forward to tell her something, but she poked his face.
“Oh my,” Uncle Tyler said.
