Hello Everyone!
I hope you're all doing well. Firstly, thank you for all the reviews for the previous chapter, I'm glad you are all enjoying the story.
Warnings for this chapter - there is a medium level of squick factor. Vomit is kind of big in the first few paragraphs, but not as graphic as it could have been. Also, still in the this chapter, pacifiers, trust issues, and flashbacks to Terri.
I am still very grateful to Nayfan, UnholyUnderBoob, & Beaner008 for their inspiration.
Again if there are any questions that anyone has, please feel free to PM me and I'll do my best to answer your questions. Thanks again for reading.
Wishing you all well, :)
Marley woke up in the dark. She blinked her eyes a few times and realized it was around three in the morning when her eyes settled on the red glowing numbers of the clock near by. She was starting to have a muscle cramp and her core was still hurting from when she had thrown up earlier. She couldn't wake up Santana though. That wouldn't work. She'd be thrown out. Marley didn't want to put her out anymore, but the pain was starting to increase and she let out a muffled cry and her bowels released. She couldn't control anything and she realized that she couldn't even distinguish the difference in pain. It was no longer liquid fire. Her stomach muscles had healed themselves, but now she messed herself like a true baby.
She laid in her mess and heard a voice in her head. She shut her eyes to the darkened room and she tried to push the voice away, but it wouldn't go. It was screaming at her. She didn't know how to stop it either. She didn't want to lay there and take it anymore, she just wanted the voice to stop.
"You worthless little shit, look at you, look at this mess. No wonder you couldn't get anyone else to take you in. You're too much work. You're too sloppy and one of the most ungrateful little bitches, I've ever met," Terri yelled. "Don't worry sweet cheeks," she said pinching her cheeks hard. "I met a great man and he's going to make sure that we treat you like the little baby slut you are," Terri said.
Marley burst into hysterical sobs, trying so hard to stay quiet. It was just too much muscular control though. She lost her balance, tipped onto her back, and started to vomit, gagging as it rose in her throat. All the noise and movement woke Santana and she very quickly and carefully turned Marley onto her stomach, keeping her in an all four position. "RACHEL!" she yelled and reached up to bang on their adjoining wall. She knew the noise was probably too much for Marley to handle, but right now Marley had to be taken care of her and fear of noises she wasn't expecting, had to be put on the back burner.
Rachel came into the room and tiredly looked at what was going on. "What do you need?" she yawned.
"Above all, a bath," she said.
"We're going to need Kurt to help," Rachel said and Santana shot her a glare. "The bathroom is on the other side of the house," she continued and they both winced when Marley screamed.
"Hurry please," Santana said and she carefully got Marley to her feet and Marley began screaming in pain. "I'm so sorry baby, you're okay, Mommy's here, it's okay. Mommy's here, you're safe baby," she assured her but all Marley felt was pain. Santana held Marley close and tried to guide Marley's head to her shoulder. She wanted to give her something that was familiar, since she was clearly lost in her head. Marley was struggling though, not sure of where she was, or what was going on.
Kurt and Rachel returned moments later and Kurt looked at Santana. "Move over please," he said and she glared at him. "I didn't say let her go, I said move over," he said simply. "I need you to shift to the side, so I can lift her," he continued and Santana looked a bit confused. "Santana it is very early or very late, please don't argue," he sighed. She gave in, shifted slightly and he slipped in closer to Marley and lifted her into his arms, causing her to scream.
"Don't hurt her!" Santana snapped protectively.
"You're standing right there!" Kurt snapped back, just as protectively. "All I did was lift her up, she's just lost and confused," Kurt said and he started to walk out of the room.
"How are you doing this and for the love of God be careful and don't drop her," Rachel said walking nervously behind him, keeping her hand on his lower back, as if that was going to help somehow.
Santana went ahead and got the water warm before Marley even showed up. They walked in and she started barking orders. "NO!" Rachel said quickly. "We're helping, and we'll do what you say, but you have to calm down! It's too early for two of you to be having a tantrum and a power trip," she said sternly and Santana calmed down. They got Marley cleaned up and then put her in the bath. Santana had stripped down quickly and got in before her, letting them put Marley in her lap. Santana stayed in her bra and panties, and Marley stayed in her bra. They knew she wasn't really paying attention, but they wanted to give her some sense of modesty, and Santana wasn't ready to start stripping completely in front of Kurt. Marley sat as still as possible, hiccuping and still freaking out when Kurt and Rachel left the room. Her cries and whimpers had only grown when Rachel returned with a pacifier and sat on the edge of the tub, looking down at Marley and Santana.
"Do not force her!"
"WE don't believe in that, so stop barking at me. I agree, forcing her won't do any good, but she needs comfort and for some amount of seconds earlier, it worked, well we think it did, so we're going to get it to work again. Didn't you tell her, you were going to force her to do things, if we knew it was going to help her?" and Santana sighed. "This is just like that Santana, you have to force a little bit. You forcing her, did not cause this," Rachel said sweeping her arms in a circle to indicate the current circumstances. "Terri torturing her and her body still healing caused this," Rachel said waving her arms again and Marley flinched.
"Stop that, she doesn't like movements like that," Santana scolded.
Rachel sighed and got down next to the tub. "Do you trust me?" she asked Santana and with a cautious look, Santana nodded. "Look at me, I would never hurt your, excuse me our baby," Rachel said and Santana gave a slight smile before nodding her consent. Rachel put her hand out and pet Marley's cheek and she started to squeal, trying to get away. "Look at Mama Rae, Marley, come on baby, focus in and look at me," she coaxed, using a sweet soft voice and waiting for Marley to come out of her head. Marley turned and Rachel very carefully and very gently kept her hand on Marley's cheek. Sensory was huge for Marley, because right now, that was all she had, and if Rachel could pull her out of her head by touch, then they could start on getting her to calm down.
The water was warm, but goosebumps were on her skin now and her teeth were starting to chatter, indicating she was cold. "Look at Mama my love," Rachel coaxed again. "Mama has her hand on your cheek, no one else. Mama is in front of you and Mommy is seated behind you, keeping you safe in her arms, because Mommy is very safe and loves her Marley very much," Rachel said and Marley let out a cry of pain.
"I'm not hurting her Santana," Rachel said quickly.
"I know, she's not focused, and that cry is good, she'll be with us soon," Santana said calmly, trying not to cry herself.
Rachel smiled at Santana and took her friend's hand and then focused back in on Marley, talking to her and trying to get her to focus in as well. "I know baby, shhh, you're okay. Mommy's right behind you and Mama is right in front of you, and Papa's here too, he's waiting for you on the couch, getting it all warm and snuggly for us," she said. Marley wasn't focused at all though, so Rachel went to a familiar go to when she saw Marley's chest, struggling to rise and fall. "There were nights when the wind was so cold, that my body froze in bed, if I just listened to it right outside the window, there were days when the wind was so cruel, that all my tears turned to dust, and I just knew my eyes were drying up for ever," Rachel sang. She kept the pace extra slow, making it sound more like a lullaby and eventually Marley started to come out of her stupor, feeling completely drained and beyond exhausted.
"Mama," she whimpered.
"There's my baby girl," Rachel smiled. "Mommy's holding you baby, and Mama's right here, it's my hand on your cheek. You are so safe, and we know you hurt, so we're going to get you and Mommy all dried up, and into clean clothes and then we're having a big sleepover party in the living room. Papa is setting it all up," she told her.
"Mommy!" Marley wailed, feeling embarrassed, and afraid.
"Mommy's here honey, it's okay," Santana said dropping little kisses to her temple and resting her chin on Marley's shoulder, wrapping her arms a little tighter around Marley's waist. "I think Mama has a good idea baby. We'll get you and Mommy dried and dressed and into bed, so we can sleep some more," Santana said.
"Marley honey, look at Mama please," Rachel told her gently and Marley pushed her body into Santana, but focused in on Rachel and Rachel smiled. "Listen to me very carefully baby, do you know what this is?" she asked holding up the pacifier for Marley to see and Marley nodded, tears immediately pouring down her cheeks. "Shhh, it's alright love, this isn't a scary thing. Do you remember how you and Mommy talked about this earlier. This isn't the scary thing. This is tiny and does nothing, but maybe give Marley some comfort, which she definitely looks like she could use right now," Rachel said kindly. Marley shook her head no and whimpered.
"Slow down Rachel," Santana cautioned and Rachel controlled her facial features, not wanting to upset Marley any further.
"Okay, baby, okay, but I want you to think about something my love. Did the pacifier hurt you or did what Terri do to it hurt you? Do you know the difference? I know you do, because you're a very smart girl, but I also know that you're very scared and probably very tired and probably still in pain," Rachel said and to everyone's surprise Marley reached out and wrapped her hand carefully around the pacifier. "Yes baby, this is your pacifier. This is your reward for being a super good girl. This is what Mommy got you to help you calm down. So I want to ask you one more time baby and listen very carefully," Rachel said, not letting Marley have it just yet. "Did the pacifier hurt you?" she asked gently shaking her hand that held it, "Or did Terri do bad things to you with a pacifier because she was a very mean lady who took advantage of her control," Rachel said holding up her other hand. Marley cried and carefully took Rachel's empty hand.
"That's right baby," Santana encouraged. "The pacifier didn't do anything. Terri was a bully. Terri made it scary for you, but it's not the scary thing, what Terri did to you with it, that was the scary thing," Santana said and Marley continued to cry and then tried to put the pacifier in her mouth, but it kept falling out because all she wanted to do was cry. It splashed into the water and Rachel quickly fished it out.
"To be safe, Mama will get you another one, and we'll sterilize this one," Rachel said kindly. "I will help you and Mommy out of the tub, you'll both get dried and dressed and we'll go all lay down with Papa. One big cuddle party, okay?" she asked her and Marley nodded, continuing to cry. Rachel put the wet pacifier on the sink ledge and carefully helped the girls out of the tub, wrapping Marley in a towel and keeping her safe. Santana wrapped herself up and took Marley back against her. Marely's head instantly found her shoulder and she gasped and hiccupped trying to get her breath back under control.
"Quick," Santana whispered to Rachel and picked up the pacifier, handing it to her so it could be sterilized. Rachel dashed out of the room and then back in giving Santana one of the other pacifiers. "Marley baby, look at Mommy," she told her. Marley pulled back and looked pitifully at Santana. "You're breath is very ragged baby, breathe with me. Once you're calm, you can try your pacifier. I promise you if it doesn't help, you don't have to use it, but Mama Rae is right. This isn't the bad thing. This is the tiny little thing that was only bad because the bully was controlling it," Santana said gently, surprised her brain could function at this ridiculous hour of the day.
Marley got her breathing under control rather quickly and then opened her mouth, waiting for Santana to give her the pacifier. "No my love, you can do it yourself. You have to be ready," she told her kindly and put it in her hand. Marley put it in her mouth and started to breathe quickly. "Shhh, suck on it baby. The more you suck, the easier it will be. There's nothing on that. Mommy is very sure," she told her. Marley sucked briefly and then stopped and looked to Santana. "That was good baby, keep going sweetheart," she said kindly and Marley looked confused, wanting to be closer to Santana, wanting to rest her head on Santana's shoulder but thinking it wasn't going to be welcomed. "My tired baby girl, you're alright, as soon as we dress, back to bed for everyone," Santana said kindly.
It took some doing but the two girls joined Rachel and Kurt in the living room and Marley still had the pacifier in her mouth. "Are you better now Marley? Do you still hurt? Papa can whip up a shake very quickly for you," Kurt offered her and Marley pushed herself into Santana's body as they sat down on the pile of blankets Kurt had gathered. Santana shifted the two of them, so that Marley was cuddled and cradled in her lap and Marley made herself very small, but didn't seem to relax. Santana took it a step further and pulled Marley even closer, keeping her cradled against her.
"A shake sounds like a good idea," Santana said and she very slowly began to rock back and forth with Marley, keeping her tight against her and then gently petting her face with her free hand. "My beautiful girl," she told her softly over and over again and Marley eventually let her head fall on Santana's shoulder, keeping the pacifier in her mouth. She whimpered and shook as the blender sounded, but soft soothing murmurs from Santana put a quick stop to it.
Kurt brought the shake over to Marley with a straw. "Chocolate, peanut butter, my love," he told her putting his finger under the pacifier ring and tugged gently. She let her mouth fall open and he took out the pacifier to put the straw into her mouth instead. She sucked softly on the straw and felt the chill of the shake flood her mouth and it tasted good. At this point, she knew she was safe, she knew the arms holding her, and she was absolutely exhausted. Her eyes remained closed. Santana had moved to brace her back against the couch and Rachel was at her side. She was the one kissing Marley's forehead at the moment and then went to petting her hair. After a few sips, Marley let go of the straw and let it fall from her mouth. "Such a good girl Marley," he praised and Marley's eyes began to grow heavier. She wanted to fight sleep. Sleep meant dreams, and dreams meant night mares. All her thinking caused her breathing to go ragged again.
Santana shifted Marley carefully and now Marley was chest to chest with Santana, their foreheads gently pressed together. "Close your eyes my love. Mommy has you, and she's not letting go. This is your pacifier," she said putting it in Marley's hand. "It's right here baby, it's in your hand, and you're in control, no one else controls the pacifier but Marley," Santana told her keeping her close. "Shhh breathe with Mommy," Santana said going through the breathing sequences she knew helped Marley. Once she was calmer, Santana adjusted Marley. She put her into a cradle position and Marley's head rested gently on Santana's shoulder. "My sweet baby girl, I am so proud of you. You're doing much better now, and you had some of your shake. Right now, you need to hang on to your pacifier, so that if you want to use it you can. We're also going to all lay down baby. Everyone. Mommy, Marley, Mama Rae and Papa," Santana told her gently and very carefully everyone laid down. "Mama's behind you baby. Papa's behind me. We're all safe and snuggled in together. We're just going to lie here and try to get some rest okay?" she said. Marley put her pacifier to her lips and seemed to think about it, almost looking for approval. Santana wanted to keep quiet but she knew she had to say something otherwise Marley was going to hesitate all over again. "If you want it baby, I want you to take it. You were sucking on it before and you started to get very sleepy, that's a good thing," Santana encouraged. Marley pushed it into her mouth and pressed her body into Santana.
"Sleep my dear family," Kurt said kissing everyone quickly and then lying down to go to sleep himself.
It had been two weeks now and Marley had learned that her pacifiers actually helped her a great deal. Her mouth was healing beautifully and when April came for speech lessons, she would praise Marley about how well she was taking care of herself. She was doing better in physical therapy as well. She'd gained some strength in her arms and could now hold herself up, just over the small box that Joe kept under her belly for extra support. He also kept a soft matt beneath her hands and knees to avoid stress and pressure to those sensitive areas.
Today, they were practicing her "swimming" techniques as Kurt called them and Marley was getting frustrated. It was very simple. She had to strengthen her back and her core more than anything else, so Joe would have her on all fours over a box. She was then to raise her right arm and left leg to shoulder and hip height respectively. Doing this also tested her balance, and even though the box was under her, she still thought she was going to fall off. She'd grunt and groan and look angrily at Joe and Kurt had to force himself not to laugh. The more time Marley spent with Santana, the more of her personality, she took on. As Marley worked with Joe and Kurt in the living room, Santana was seated at the kitchen table, going over emails on her laptop. A few clients had emailed her to design punishments and sessions for them at the club, and she was trying to come up with the proper response, but all she could think about was her little girl and how she had to protect and guard herself so she didn't do to her clients what was done to Marley.
With a very deep sigh, not liking that she had to do this at all, she composed a letter to Miss Beth.
"Dear Mistress,
I have two clients waiting for session design and three waiting for punishment. I can't do this. I think that I have spent too much time in "baby world" and I hate calling it that. Marley is doing well, but she's across from me now, going through physical therapy, and all I can think about it how I can't do to anyone what was done to her. I am doing my best to be strong and brave and put the client first, so I'm asking for help. Please help me get to back to being the Mistress my clients are waiting for.
Sincerely,
Santana."
She looked into the other room and frowned when she saw Marley starting to fight against Joe. She got up and walked across the apartment. "Marley, what's wrong?" she asked.
"No ike," she said sadly, frowning at her own lisp.
Santana knelt in front of her and pet her face gently. "The L's are coming baby, you have to be patient and why don't you like this?" Santana asked her and Kurt still marveled at her motherly tone.
"Faww down," Marley pouted at her.
"You fell down?" she asked her and Marley shook her head no. "You're afraid you're going to fall down?" Santana asked and Marley nodded. "Well baby, you might, I'm not going to lie, but I don't think Mr. Joe would let you fall down on purpose. Mommy would be very angry if he even thought about doing that to you," Santana said. "And Papa is here too, you know Papa loves you and wants you to succeed at your therapies," Santana explained. Marley nodded and tears sprang to her eyes. "You're doing well baby, it's okay to be scared," Santana assured her and stayed in front of her, petting her face and letting her have her little melt down.
Marley finished her melt down and then looked over at Joe. "Kay, I tie," she told Joe softly.
"Good girl," Santana praised. "You keep working with Papa and Mr. Joe. I have one more thing to take care of and then I will come back to you," she told her.
"Wh'eh Mama?" she asked.
"Mama is at an audition, she'll be home later tonight," Santana said and Marley looked to Kurt, needing him to stay close.
"I'm not going anywhere baby," he smiled at her, "I don't even have to work tonight," he said.
She gave him a smile and then reached for his hand. He moved in closer to her and let her hold his hand for a while, as she gathered her courage. Santana gave her a kiss to her temple and went back to her computer, feeling as though she needed to write a letter to Susan as well. Marley was improving and she thought the babysitting offer might be a good idea now, but it would have to be done slowly. Susan would have to be introduced little by little and Santana wanted to go over all of that before she agreed to anything.
Joe smiled and began to explain everything to Marley. "Okay Marley, so this is your support box right? Now we've been working on how to keep you up on all fours with the box, so the next step is to take the box away.
"No," Marley said.
"Do you want to learn to crawl with a box under your stomach all the time?" Joe asked and she nodded emphatically. That was fine with her. She wanted the extra support and nothing was going to change her mind. "I said taking it away was the next step but like everything else we've done so far, we've gone slowly haven't we? We do things little by little, because that is what gives you the most success, hasn't it?" Joe asked her and she pouted but nodded. "Well this is no different," he told her and held up a box that was three quarters the size of what she was on.
"NO!" she shouted at him.
"Marley Rose, one more outburst and you can sit in time out!" Santana called into her.
Marley frowned and looked to Kurt for help. "No baby. You heard Mommy. Time out if you have another outburst," Kurt said backing Santana up. He didn't like that Marley was testing her limits now. She wanted to get away with begin rude or greedy or lazy at times, but Santana had none of it. Not only had Santana introduced praise and reward, but now that communication was a much more verbal two way street, she also introduced punishments. Nothing was ever too much. Santana made Marley sit in time out for any amount of time, no longer than ten minutes and no less than two, depending on the "crime" that had been committed.
"No ike," she cried.
"Marley tell me what you like more, having your family help you walk around the house, or do you want to be able to eventually walk on your own?" Joe asked her.
"Papa," Marley whined at him. Kurt sighed and took pity on her. She'd been working for an hour now, and hadn't complained until just recently.
"Does she have any other exercises she can do today instead?" Kurt tried.
"KURT!" Santana yelled from the other room and he rolled his eyes.
He leaned into Marley and kissed her temple, whispering in her ear. "Mommy has gigantic ears," he whispered to her. "Stay here sweetheart, keep working," he said and left the room. "You bellowed?" he asked her taking a seat at the other side of the table.
"You can't undermine Joe in front of her. You can't make her think it's okay for her to not do an exercise he thinks she's ready for," Santana scolded, keeping her voice soft. "Why do you think I'm not in there?" she asked him.
"You're writing to your club. You told us that," he pointed out. She scowled at him and he sighed, putting his hands up in defense. "Alright, I'm sorry, but she looks so upset and so defeated, I just thought if we changed exercises, it might help her to be better able to handle the more difficult stuff," he said and she raised an eyebrow at him. "She worked and worked and worked, and got better, and I know she still has a long way to go and I know it's going to be tough for her, but I thought if we could show her what she couldn't do before and can do now, it might motivate her a little more," he explained further.
"That makes sense, and I'll talk to Joe, but he still gets to call the shots. And I'm out here, so I don't do what you just did!" she added softly and quickly.
"Big mush," Kurt laughed and he stood up and started to fix some tea for everyone as well as a shake for Marley.
In the other room, Marley was looking at Joe with anger in her eyes. She wanted to stop, she was tired and done. "Marley you're doing very well, if you just let me shift you a little bit, we'll work from the new height. It's no shorter in length or width. The box is the same size, just not as tall," Joe said.
"Why?" she demanded.
"Marley!" Santana warned from the other room and Marley rolled her eyes while Joe tried to conceal his laughter.
"I'm just progressing you Marley. If the box is shorter in height, then you can build more core strength when you press up and hold. Right now the box is doing most of the work and in the beginning that was fine, but I want you to do a little more of the work, so you can get better. Your core and your lower abs need to be stronger, that's what's going to help you learn to walk on your own," he said. "If you can push yourself up a little then I can switch out the boxes and you'll see it won't be so bad," he tried.
"MOMMY!" Marley cried out. She needed Santana and she didn't want to do what Joe had been telling her was coming next. She was tired and any more exercises, were just not in her game plan right now. Unfortunately for her, Joe had another hour with her and he was going to get her to do something, whether she liked it or not.
"Stop screaming love, I'm here," Santana said kindly.
"Done Mommy," Marley said.
"All done? Are you sure?" Santana asked. Marley nodded and Santana looked over at Joe who shook his head. "Marley, Mr. Joe says you're not done," Santana told her and Marley pouted.
"No, done Mommy," she said politely.
"You have an hour left baby," she told her.
"No, done Mommy, aww done," she said tears starting already. Santana knew a tired little girl when she saw one. She'd been learning well over the past couple of months.
"I will sit with you my sweet girl, and let you finish, but Mr. Joe has time left with you and you need to do as he says, so we get you better," Santana told her.
"No, faww down, no ay-ff, no ay-ff. No ike, no mo, aww done," Marley said having her tantrum and Santana sighed and looked at Joe, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted done most.
"If she can lay on her back we can work on lower core with bridges," he told her and she nodded.
"Come on love, let's get off the box and lay down on your back," Santana said.
"No, done Mommy, aww done," Marley complained and she started to cry softly.
"Alright baby, alright, come here," Santana said and she pulled Marley into her lap and cuddled her close. "I know you're tired baby, but you have an hour left. When you're all done, you get to tell Mommy what you want," Santana said, "but we have to complete the hour.
"No, done Mommy," she whimpered.
"You aren't my love, you have time left and you can sit here and fight me all you want, but when you're done fighting, you will still put in your hour," Santana told her and Marley started to cry. "I'll stay with you for that hour baby girl, but you have to do your exercises," Santana said and Marley cried against her for a little bit. "You let Mommy know when you're calm angel," she said.
It took some time, but Marley calmed down and Joe had her do her bridges. They were much harder than the very first time though. She used to just have to lift her hips. Now she had to squeeze a ball between her knees, lift her hips, keep the ball squeezed tight, and hold it for three full seconds and Joe wanted thirty repetitions of this exercise.
What should have been a two minute exercise took ten. Marley moved slower than most of Joe's patients, because she was still doing a lot of healing. His exercises were designed to help her and they definitely did, but due to all the physical damage Terri had caused, Marley just moved at a slower rate.
Joe let her have a five minute break and then asked her to do it again. "Nooo," Marley cried and she looked to Santana. "Mommy no, no mo, aww done," she cried.
"Shhh, calm down baby. I know you're in pain, I can see it, but this is a very different pain than you were used to. Mr. Joe isn't asking you to do this to be cruel. He doesn't want you to be in pain. His job is to get you better," Santana said, gently guiding Marley through the exercise as she explained to her what was going on. "Mr. Joe wants you to do these over and over so we get you better faster. Do you know what a strong core can do for you?" she asked and Marley whimpered and worked with Santana, doing some of the work herself, rather than letting Santana do it all for her. "A stronger core means no more tipping over to the left when you sit down, and pretty soon you'll know the difference between certain pains that you have. The sooner you do that, the sooner you can get out of your diapers," she told her and Marley seemed intrigued by that. The baby world was sometimes very fun, and very loving, but diapers were not what she wanted, she never had. Terri had forced it upon her and now she was stuck with them until she could retrain herself.
"You're doing great Marley, that was a great set. Take another five minutes and then just one more set and you'll be done for the day," Joe told her standing back and watching, taking notes when necessary, keeping count of each rep, and studying Marley's body to assess how she was progressing.
"Done Mommy," Marley whimpered.
"Almost my love, yes, almost all done," Santana told her.
She finished the last rep of her third set, in tears, and tried to crawl into Santana's lap, but she fell down on her way, flat on her belly and pain shot through to her feet. "Mommy," she cried. Santana gathered her close and nuzzled her gently. Marley's head immediately went to Santana's shoulder and she whimpered quietly.
"You're alright my love," she said gathering her closer. "Listen baby, Papa made a shake for you, and I have grilled turkey sandwich with spinach, lettuce, and tomatoes, in case you want more than just a shake," Santana told her.
"Done Mommy," she said softly.
"Oh my sweet girl," Santana said kindly. "Come on, one last move to the couch. You can eat and drink there," she told her. "Mommy will stand up and then we'll get you up and move you over, okay?" she asked Marley nodded, but whimpered. She didn't want to do anything.
Santana carefully moved her into other room and she let out a few cries along the way and Santana slowed down, so she could get her body under control. She sat her on the couch and Marley immediately leaned to her left and laid down, letting out a long yawn. "Mommy," she said tiredly.
"Yes baby?"
"Eh-ee," she said softly.
"Please," Santana coached. She made sure that Marley was polite.
"Pee," Marley said closing her eyes.
Santana smiled and nodded her approval before she went to get Teddy Bear, a warmer blanket since winter was coming in faster than they wanted, and just in case, one of the pacifiers so Marley could use it if she wanted it. She got her settled, stayed with her for a few moments and pet her face gently. "You can rest my sweet girl, but as soon as you wake up, I want you to eat something," Santana told her. Marley simply yawned and pushed her cheek gently into Santana's hand and started to drift off to sleep.
Santana stood up and walked into the kitchen, wrapping the sandwich in some foil and then put it in the fridge and when she turned around she saw Kurt staring at her. "What?" she asked him.
"You, that's what?" he said.
"What does that mean?" she asked trying to figure out what he was thinking. Before he could answer, her phone rang.
"You answer your phone, and I'll sit with Marley," Kurt said and sort of floated out of the kitchen and went to sit with Marley who was now curled up under her blanket, in a tight ball, and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. "You're going to be in pain later my sweet girl," he said softly and quietly.
"This is Santana," she said answering her phone.
"Santana my love, it's Miss Beth, do you have a few moments or does Marley need your attention?" she asked.
"No, I have some time, thank you for calling me," she said.
"Of course my love. Now you have concerns, talk to me about them please," Beth requested. Santana babbled out her concerns, being sure to hit each point carefully and Beth smiled. "It's all very genuine my love, and I can understand that, but you have to remember two things. First of all, the people who come here want the pain and humiliation they ask for. It excites them, and gives them that warm fuzzy feeling, so to speak," Beth said. "The second thing is, I do know that you my love have been in quote unquote baby world for a good deal of time. I would never let you come back without doing a few training days, so you can have a refresher. Santana you are a wonderful Mistress, one of the best this club has ever seen, but even I don't come back from vacation without doing some refresher courses," Beth assured her.
"Thank you Miss," Santana said feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.
"Is there anything else?"
"Miss Susan said she would help babysit, but I don't know how to even start with that. I think that I would like to just start with my refresher courses and have Kurt and Rachel stay with her. People she absolutely knows, and she's not ready to leave the house yet. She's still working on crawling," Santana said.
"You were the best thing that could have ever happened to this club and that little girl Santana and if you ever doubt that, I'm going to take you over my knee and give you something to remember every time you sit down," Beth told her eliciting a giggle from the young Mistress. "Perhaps I'll spank you anyway, I miss doing that," Beth said in a slightly seductive tone and Santana blushed. "You work it out with your room mates my love, then you call Nicole and tell her when you'll be joining for a refresher course," Beth said and after a quick, polite exchange, the two ladies disconnected.