How the fuck did she not know that she was a Little?
How did anyone else in this household not know? They were clearly Daddies. And they clearly Daddied her.
It was . . . weird.
“What the hell? Immy, what are you doing?” Jenner rushed out of the house from behind him.
“Playing in puddles!” she cried.
“It’s raining,” he said.
Rather obvious.
“You’re going to get ill playing out here in the wet and cold,” Jenner told her, running out to where she was.
“But I have my jacket and boots,” she said. “And my umbrella. It’s raining! It’s fun!”
“You need to come inside where it’s safe and warm.” Jenner reached for her, picking her up in his arms.
Tobias watched them curiously. This seemed to be overkill. She couldn’t jump in puddles for a short while? And she was dressed for it.
He waited for Immy to protest again. For her to tell Jenner off or to put her down. But she just sighed and let him carry her inside.
He followed them in. Jenner was undoing her rain jacket. “You need to warm up, baby. I’ll run you a bath.”
“With bubbles?”
“Of course,” he agreed as he crouched to help her take off her boots. “Is there any other kind of bath?”
“Sampson never puts bubbles in the bath. He says they’re slippery.”
Bubbles were slippery?
Jenner shook his head, then took her hand and led her into the kitchen. They disappeared upstairs and Tobias helped himself to some coffee. Jenner returned about fifteen minutes later.
“She okay?” Tobias asked.
“Yes, she is. Listen, I know you don’t know her well, but Immy can be impulsive and sometimes she forgets that she has limits. She can’t go dancing in the rain and letting herself get too cold or wet. She could get ill. Next time, just stop her, will you?”
Jenner grabbed a cup of coffee and headed back upstairs.
To give it to Immy?
In the bath?
Why couldn’t she go out in the rain? He didn’t like not knowing everything about her. Although he had noticed that Jenner tended to fuss over her health. A lot.
He wanted to know everything.
Because one day she was going to be his.
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“Imbido-pardido-skipido!” she cried, waving her wand in the air.
Nothing.
A big, old, fat nothing.