Little Lexi || DDLG

Chapter 13

He keeps his eyes on the road but reaches across to take my hand and squeezes it lightly. "It's okay to be nervous about this. Just remember that I'll keep you safe and make sure you're happy." I smile in spite of myself and we lapse into companionable silence. It's not long before he pulls into the driveway of a respectably-sized house with a well-kept lawn.

"Oh, James, the porch!" I sigh in wonder. It's the first thing I notice, a big wraparound porch with two rocking chairs and a romantic view.

He smiles crookedly as he opens my door for me. "Lovely, isn't it?" I nod emphatically. He entwines my fingers with his and leads me up the front steps. We stop right outside the door.

"You can tell me to stop at any time," he breathes. Our faces are inches apart; his big blue eyes and chiseled cheekbones seem to fill my entire field of vision. I nod again, slower and more solemn this time. James kisses my forehead and opens the door, gently tugging me inside.

The interior of his house is very...homey, I decide. There's a few paintings of cottages and a very green landscape on the living room walls over a couch that, if I sat on it, I think I would melt into its plushness; it looks lived-in, but above all else, it has that indescribable quality that makes you feel like you're coming home.

"Let's get started, Lexi," James whispers. I nod my assent, not trusting my voice not to shake. "Use your words, baby girl," he prompts.

"Okay," I breathe. He catches my eye and gives me a look. "Okay, Daddy," I amend. He gives me a small smile and leads me up the left staircase; there's two leading off the sides of the foyer which connect in a hallway upstairs.

We step into a room off of the first hallway. My breath catches in my throat as I examine the interior. It's clearly a nursery, my nursery, judging by the large baby furniture. In the far corner is a crib and a rocking chair, with a changing table against the right wall and a large play space on the left. I walk farther in and trail my fingers against the wall as I make a lap around the room, taking everything in, and place my bag near the door.

"What do you think?" James asks, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets.

"It's so...pink," I blurt, giggling a little.

He smiles. "Your favorite color." He walks over to me in the center of the room and runs his hands up and down my bare arms. I shiver slightly from his touch. He reaches around me and slowly unzips my romper, letting it drop to the floor. I step out of it and he tosses to the side. I'm left in only my bra, panties, and four-inch heels, feeling like some kind of stripper.

James undoes my bra in the same way, tossing it in the vicinity of my romper, then my shoes are next. My arms reflexively move to try and cover my exposed body, but he grabs them and directs them to my sides. "Don't be ashamed of your body, Lexi," he whispers. Without warning, he scoops me up and cradles me against him, walking slowly over to the changing table and setting me down gently. The smooth plastic surface is cool under my skin, reminding me of the table in a doctor's office.

He leans over me and plants a kiss on my forehead, making me feel very, very small again, and trails his fingers down my torso until he reaches my panties. I shiver again as he hooks his fingers in the waistband and tugs them off; they go in the same pile as the rest of my clothes. I trust James completely, but I can't help but feel kind of nervous.

James stoops down for a second and reemerges from under the table with a white diaper in his hand. I meet his eyes and bite my lip. He smiles reassuringly down at me, awaking butterflies in my stomach. He unfolds the diaper slowly and guides my hips up, placing it under me before pulling it up between my legs and taping the sides. The material feels soft against my sensitive skin, an altogether not-unpleasant feeling that I can see myself enjoying.

He helps me sit up on the table, his hand behind my back to steady me as if I'm made of china. "We need to get you in some clothes, princess," he says, and walks over to the dresser, opening a drawer and selecting a pastel-pink onesie. He returns and guides me into it before fastening the crotch snaps. As a finishing touch, James pulls a green pacifier from his shirt pocket and holds it in front of my mouth. "Open up, baby girl." I obey and he slips it between my lips. I suck tentatively, enjoying the sensation of the teat in my mouth. I must look every inch a little girl now.

James beams down at me, making me blush and look down. He picks me up and sets me on his hip. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling the need to be close to him. He kisses the top of my head.

I think I'm really going to like this.

A/N: lmao I made y'all wait a month for an update and then I give you this terribly written trash. I feel like im burning out w this story like i'll write like 50 pages of something and then go nope im bored!!! oK SO that guy I liked and broke up with??? hes an asshole and im over him but hes flirting with my best friend but he doesn't know shes lesbian and she and I are laughing so hard at his cheeky texts etc like hes a fuckboi and I didn't realize it smh @ me. also I'll probably wait like another 84 years to update this because I have too much stuff to do rn with debate, MUN, science fair (GOING TO REGIONALS WOOOO but we almost killed 5 people in our experiment lol whoops) and other stuff sorry. anyway please comment and vote !! :)