Hello Everyone,
I hope you all had a wonderful week. It's Sunday! Two orders of business today, first the update, secondly another poll/description.
WARNINGS: Major Fluff in this chapter. Noah has one memory, that MAY trigger issues for some of you, so just be careful as you read about his memory.
As always - thanks to to NayaFan, UnholyUnderBoob, & Beaner008 for their inspiration and encouragement. Also, many thanks to my followers, reviewers, and the people who send me lovely PM's and reminded me how much they like this story and why I continue to write it.
Secondly - 8 days ago I had put up a poll about a new CONSENSUAL SEXUAL age play story and the majority of you said yes I'll read, or I'll give it a shot. No one said no, so that made my day - Thanks for that, :) Then a good friend pointed something out to me and I realized I need to tell you all a little bit more, in the full realization that a good number of you may say, yeah, not happening.
Here's a MUCH more DETAILED description of what's going to happen. Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and eventually Rachel are PETS to Will & Shelby, a MARRIED Master/Mistress couple. The girls themselves are not babies, but when they get overwhelmed or scared, or act extremely bratty (something they've all done so far in what I have written), then they are, by some standards, babied a little bit. Now this is the CRAZY IMPORTANT PART. THERE WILL NEVER BE A TIME WHEN WILL HAS HIS GENITALS INSIDE THOSE OF THE GIRLS (other than Shelby), NEVER NEVER NEVER. The girls call them Mama and Daddy(age play part), AT TIMES, and it will be explained why in the story (I can't give it all away now). There are going to be a great deal of original characters, and some of them will be true age players, little boys or girls with Mamas or Daddies, or both sometimes.
I'm also toying with a character "cheat sheet" post - almost as a prologue, so that as you read, you can refer back to it and keep them all straight. That all being said, here is the poll again, with the same options.
YES - I want to read it
I'll give it a shot but I make no promises
NO WAY - I can't stomach it at all.
So there are your options, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let me know what you think.
Everyone be well and happy reading! :)
"NO NO NO!" Marley screamed in the bathroom, the following evening. The day had gone pretty smoothly. She did any exercise Santana asked her to do. She was thrilled that Mr. Joe wasn't going to be coming for therapy lessons for an entire week, and she spent the morning helping Noah count his crawls around the house, so he knew where he would be going on his own. The two of them were getting on very well together. The problem was that now, Marley had to brush her teeth on her own and she was terrified.
"Marley, you do not scream at Mommy. You know better," Santana warned her.
"I not do it!" she complained. She was going to topple forward and bash her head into the faucet when she spit out, she knew it. No one else seemed to care though. The difference was, Marley knew what she thought would happen and while she trusted a great number of things now, her own body was not one of them. In her mind, she was going to knock herself out because she fell into the sink, or her ribs would break from falling down. She could stand on her own, that was fine, but to bend over on her own. That wasn't happening, at least not successfully, at least not in her mind, so she screamed her frustrations.
"Marley Rose, Mommy said enough!" Santana said seriously.
Noah visibly jumped at Santana's sharp tone and Quinn took his hand kindly. "She's okay bud, she's just being stubborn," Quinn assured him.
"Wha' her fade of?" he asked.
"Marley doesn't trust her own body, so when she's given a new task, this is how she reacts. She did this when we told her she had to start crawling. She did this when we told her she had to start sitting up on her own and she did this when she started her balance work. Anytime Marley is pushed out of her comfort zone, she panics and has a tantrum like this," Kurt told him kindly.
"Papa," Noah said after a moment. "You mad?" he asked him.
"At Marley?" No, not at all. Marley had a lot of scary things happen to her, so I understand why she's freaking out. I would prefer if she didn't scream at Santana, but no I'm not mad."
"You mad at me?" Noah asked.
"Should I be?" Kurt teased him and Noah heard the playful tone in his voice.
"Are you scared about something Noah?" Quinn asked kindly sensing that he was starting to regress. He was asking questions and in her experience, most little ones were full of questions because something was going on that they couldn't quite understand and they wanted to.
"Um, b'ock pee," he said, not knowing there they were in relation to him. Quinn nodded, gathered all the blocks and made the two rows for him. A through M and N through Z.
"Come on love," she said. "Come with with me, in my lap. You can do all your spelling from the safety of my arms," Quinn assured him and he heard that sweet, gentle, mothering tone. He'd heard that same tone from Santana when she talked to Marley. There was a safety factor to it, that he trusted immediately.
He actually liked the sound of that. To be wanted and cuddled and loved. Those were great things, things he wasn't sure he'd ever had before. He knew he didn't get them from Terri and he was fairly sure that his own parents never gave him that. They managed to keep him alive, but true love and compassion throughout his life, that he hadn't experienced. "T'ank you Mommy," he told her.
"You're very welcome buddy," she smiled as she settled him in her lap and kissed his cheek gently. "Can you reach?" she asked him.
He nodded and pulled all the blocks forward that he needed. S..U..R..G..E..R..Y Kurt moved closer and read the blocks. "Yes you're going to be having surgery on your eyes pretty soon. Then you can stop wearing that patch over your left eye and you'll be able to see fully out of the right eye," Kurt said kindly and Noah nodded. He was looking forward to that part.
"Mommy," he said softly, pulling Quinn's arms tighter around him and lacing his fingers through hers. Kurt had noticed that was his thing. When something was very stressful or very important he would lace fingers together. Marley would rest her head on someone's shoulder. "Mommy. I ra'mem'ba some-fin," he said slowly.
"That's good buddy. What do you remember?" she asked him.
"Be't," he said. "I ra'mem'ba dat Terri had a be't an one time I 'keem very 'oud an' her hit me wif it," he said.
Quinn snuggled him closer and rubbed his back kindly. Do you remember why you screamed very loud?" she asked him.
"Um," he said thinking for a minute. He could probably say the words, but he didn't want to. "Terri an' me...out...on wa'k," he said and then he reached for the blocks. E..X..E..R..C..I..S..E he spelled for her. He waited a minute before speaking again. "PIty gir'," he said softly. "Mya at me. Terri mad, no 'ike," he said. Quinn and Kurt weren't sure if they could hear the rest of this story. Quinn felt like she was sitting on pins and needles and Kurt knew exactly how detailed and horrific this story could get. Terri was a sadistic monster with a very seriously mental issue.
"Take your time Noah. There is no rush. You can tell us, whatever you want, whenever you want, and if you ever think we are mad, it is most definitely not at you. We are mad at Terri for doing things to you," Quinn assured him. She had to be Mom. She had to step up and do the job Beth intended her to do and the one Noah needed her to do.
"Terri 'ay, I too pity, an onwy gir' pity. Dat make me," he said pausing for a moment. There were not enough S's in the set of blocks, so he tried something else. "Gir' I um, di' gir'," he said handing her the S block.
"S girl?" Quinn asked. He nodded and Quinn let out a soft sigh. She didn't know what he meant, so he thought for a moment and tried again. He took the S back and put it on the floor. He placed the I next to it. He then moved the S around to the other side of the I, waited a beat, pushed it just a little further away, and then pulled out the Y block. "Noah, you are not a Sissy Girl," Quinn said. Not even Marley is a Sissy Girl. Terri is very wrong," Quinn assured him.
"Terry 'ay dat wo'd, den her tug hewe," he said lightly covering his hand over his crotch. "Daz why I 'keem very 'oud," he told her.
"Anyone would scream loud about that buddy," Quinn said. She'd seen his genitals first hand every time he'd gone to the bathroom. He needed help and he was perfectly okay with that. He was convinced that Terri had ripped off his penis completely, because he didn't really feel it there any more. What he didn't know was that it was blue and purple and swollen to twice it's size, but with all the shocks she gave him, he didn't have a lot of feeling down there anymore. He still had working nerves in his bladder, but that was it.
Marley let out a scream in the other room and Noah stiffened up. "Be't," he said. "I keem an' den da be't. No be't for Mar-ree," he said sadly. Marley screamed again and Santana called for back up. She wanted someone else there, in case Marley passed out again.
Quinn took a deep breath and kissed his cheek. "Noah buddy. Who is sitting in front of you?" she asked him.
"Papa," he said with a soft smile.
"Very good," she praised. "Will you go sit with Papa for a little while. I'm going to see if I can help Santana and Marley and I promise you there will be no use of a belt. Not ever," she assured him.
"Kay," he agreed softly and he went to sit with Kurt.
"Marley has some legos bud, should we try playing with those?" Kurt offered and he took him over to where the legos were while Quinn went into the bathroom.
Quinn took a deep breath and tried to get into her role of Auntie Quinn. The one from the club. She had to be maternal and caring and only humiliate the little one if they wanted it. Most of them did, because that was what they were into and since she was getting paid a very good price from them, she wasn't about to judge. Some didn't though. Some were like Marley. Some needed to throw their tantrums, get it out of their system and be coaxed carefully into doing whatever the task was. Usually at work it was nap time, or clean up time. This was brush your teeth time and she could hear that Santana was at the end of her rope.
She got closer, knocked on the edge of the door and smiled inside. Marley was standing at the sink, tears pouring down her face, nose red and running a bit, eyes red and swollen from crying, and Santana was sitting on the toilet, trying to remain calm and still, but Quinn could see her struggling. Marley was her baby girl and it was taking every ounce of control she had to stay calm. She was getting pretty close to not so calm though and Quinn just looked at her. "May I try?" she asked. Santana said nothing, she simply gestured and Quinn stepped a bit closer, grabbing a few tissue from the box. "What is all this fuss I hear?" she asked her gently as she helped Marley clean her face a bit. "Why is Auntie Quinn's lady bug screaming so loud and making a lot of noise?" she asked kindly.
Marley allowed herself to be cleaned up and then hugged Quinn as tightly as she could. Santana's heart almost split in two and part of her wanted to leave. She had to remind herself that it was okay that she couldn't do this on her own, but she had to stay, because the second she left, Marley was going to lose her mind. Santana had seen it time and time again and even though she wasn't holding her, she could see the tension in Marley's body. "Are you giving Mommy a hard time?" Quinn asked her gently, while kissing her temple and rubbing her back. Marley whimpered, but nodded yes, and trembled slightly. "Does Mommy want you to eat soap for saying bad words?" Quinn asked her and Marley shook her head no. Quinn was trying to think of a way to lighten the mood and that hadn't worked so she tried again. "I know, Mommy wants you to climb into the tub and she going to give you a bath and you're concerned you'll slip down the drain and have some crazy magical water adventure," Quinn said and Santana forced herself not to laugh. Quinn sounded ridiculous. Quinn ignored her though. She had to sound that way. She had to get Marley in the right head space so she could communicate properly. Marley again shook her head no. "Hmmm, does she want to use her special Mommy powers on you and turn you into a kangaroo so you can go hopping all over town?" she asked and Marley finally giggled softly and Quinn felt her body flood with relief. She was getting closer and the trembling was slowing down. "Does she want to just give you a bath maybe?" Quinn asked.
"No, I gotta bus my teeth," she said sadly.
"Brush your teeth? That's it? Are you sure? You sounded so scared," Quinn said kindly. "Does brushing your teeth scare you?" she asked.
"No, Mommy no he'p," she cried.
Santana rolled her eyes. She had helped. There on the countertop was Marley's Tinkerbell toothbrush and some pink glittery toothpaste, neatly squeezed out on top. She just couldn't brush her teeth for her. It was Joe's new rule and Santana had to stick to it. "Okay," Quinn said softly. "Well then you did a really good job of putting your toothbrush and toothpaste together. Auntie Quinn is very proud of you," she said and Marley whimpered.
"Mommy did dat," she said falling into Quinn and crying. At least she was honest. Marley never took credit for something she didn't do. She wasn't about to start doing that now.
"Shhh, oh, I'm sorry. Then Mommy did a good job. It looks just like in a commercial," Quinn said and Santana smiled.
"Need he'p. Faww down!" Marley whimpered.
"Shhh, use more words for Auntie please," Quinn said kindly. Marley shook her head no and Quinn sighed and looked to Santana. The smirk on her face said I told you so, in big capital letters, with several exclamation points on the end of it. The scowl on Quinn's face said fuck off. "What if Auntie Quinn helps you," Quinn offered and Santana cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes. Quinn shot her a look that said trust me and Santana very impatiently sat on the toilet and watched, ready to yell at Quinn any second for violating Joe's new rule.
Marley nodded and simply cried for her Mommy. She wanted Santana to help her, hold her and she felt like Santana was done with her. "Shhh, I'm right here baby girl. Mommy hasn't left. I told you I would stay with you, until you brushed your teeth and I will," Santana told her gently.
"There, see? Mommy's still here and now Auntie Quinn is here and we'll both help you carefully," she said. She knew what the rule was, so she had to think quick on her feet. Marley was more in the baby world than she was the real world, so Quinn decided to use that to her advantage. "You know what. I don't want to brush teeth right now," she said and Marley seemed relieved. "Auntie wants to play a game. Can my lady bug point to her eyes?" she asked and Marley did so. "Very good baby girl. What about your teeth, show me your teeth?" Quinn asked and Marley gave her a sad smile. "What about Mommy, let's see, can you point to Mommy's belly?" she asked and Marley did so. The bathroom was tiny, so they were close. "Wanna see what happens when Auntie touches Mommy's belly?" she asked and Marley nodded.
Quinn reached out and put her hand to Santana's stomach and then tickled her in the one place that only she seemed to know about and Santana giggled and jumped. "No fair, Auntie's sneaky," she said and she leaned forward and gave Marley a kiss to her forehead.
"Do gain," Marley said softly, resting her head on Quinn's shoulder and Santana saw it happen. She slipped fully into her baby girl world and was getting ready for bed. The poor thing was exhausted. Every day was such a struggle for her and she only felt safe sleeping when she was in her younger state of mind.
"Hurry," Santana said softly and Quinn nodded.
"Marley baby, why don't you want to brush your teeth for Mommy?" Quinn asked her kindly.
"Faww down. Owie. Get duck," she said.
"Because the last time that our beautiful baby girl tried to go potty on her own, lots of scary things happened in here huh?" Quinn asked her, understanding almost immediately what was wrong. Marley nodded and Quinn looked at Santana, with that classic, told you so, look on her face. "But guess what. Mommy and Auntie Quinn are both here now and we can help you a little bit and nothing bad or painful is going to happen to you, and I promise you, that if you try and you do a good job right now. Tomorrow Auntie Quinn will take you to ride the horsie at work," she said.
"Ney ney?" Marley asked softly.
"Yes," Santana smiled and she reached out to brush Marley's hair away from her eyes. "You have to do everything Mommy and Auntie Quinn say and brush your teeth right now and then tomorrow you can go to work and ride on Ney ney, I promise," Santana told her. It took some time, but Marley agreed.
Quinn lead her back over to the sink and Santana stood up. They each put a hand on her lower back and one on the front of her shoulder, giving them better leverage. Her feet were flat on the floor. "Okay lady bug, just pick up your toothbrush and brush your teeth. Put your other hand here on the sink. Mommy and I won't let go for right now," Quinn told her. Marley's knees were giving out on her and they both knew she was going to need some support. Marley whimpered but did as told and was lavished with praise the entire time.
She had a good foam going and Santana spoke kindly. "Push this foot back and then bend forward. You're holding the sink, and you have very strong arms, so you won't fall down, I promise you," she assured her.
As if she were going to sit in a very lopsided chair, Marley pushed her right foot back in a lunge position, pushed her hips backward toward the wall, and spit out the toothpaste. At this point Santana and Quinn had both moved their hands off of her and Marley was officially supporting herself. She very painfully stood up, using her arms to get her straight, all on her own and then she looked at Santana sadly, before bursting into tears. She'd given such a fuss and she was so scared, but she'd been able to do it. She hated herself for not trusting Santana and she was sure that Santana was pretty tired of Marley not trusting her as well. "Mommy," she wailed. "Mommy I sowwy!" she cried.
Santana decided that Joe's rule could go out the window for tonight. She picked up the toothbrush and finished helping Marley brush her teeth. She got her to rinse and spit and even gargle with some listerine, before taking her in her arms and cooing softly to her, waiting for her to calm down. Quinn decided to give them private time. "Hey," Santana said kindly. "Thank you," she told her as she started out of the room.
"That's why I went for Auntie," Quinn smiled. "Miss Rivers," she winked and then she left the room, leaving mother and daughter alone. It was clearly needed.
The next day, Marley and Noah sat next to each other at the table and carefully worked to feed each other. They were each other's support system. They knew how traumatized the other was, to a certain degree, and that bond had been formed the minute Noah sang that horrific song.
"Marley baby, you need to eat everything okay?" Santana said kindly as she stood at the counter top, eating her bagel with cream cheese and drinking her coffee.
"Yes Mommy," Marley said softly and she looked at Noah.
"I feed you," he bargained and she grinned at him. "You wan t'ain?" he asked and she giggled, nodding excitedly, softly saying yes, in case he couldn't see her. "Kay, Open up," he said and he pulled the spoon back. "Two, two," he said and made train noises for her, feeding her the oatmeal one bite at a time.
After four bites this way, Santana spoke up kindly. "Hey Mr. Train Engineer. I'd like you to eat too please," Santana said noticing that he wasn't eating. She'd given them each a small enough bowl, that she knew they could absolutely finish with no problem.
"I do it?" Marley asked. He nodded and she carefully made train noises for him to repay the favor. He took the first bite and froze. Something was lumpy on his tongue and tasted strange to him. He didn't want to spit it out because he didn't want to be punished, but he didn't want to swallow it either. He looked afraid and Marley picked up on it immediately.
"Mommy," she called and Santana walked over. She saw the panic as well and was prepared to say and do whatever was needed in order to prevent a melt down. "Mommy, Noah s'ared," she told her, sounding very much like a big sister, talking for her baby brother.
"I'm here buddy, what's going on?" Santana asked him gently walking over and moving to his right side so she could be seen. "You're okay Noah, what's going on?" she asked him and he sort of froze.
"Wha' i' i'," he managed pointing to the bowl of oatmeal. There was some new texture on his tongue and he was afraid. "It's just strawberries and brown sugar, to help with the taste. Sometimes by itself, oatmeal is very bitter," Santana said.
"Is Noah," Marley told him. "Here, I eat it. You sees me? I shows you," she told him and he nodded, and he still hadn't swallowed. The small bit of strawberry sat on his tongue as he watched Marley. She fished it out on the spoon and sucked off the oatmeal covering it, so he could truly see it. "You move it, so you sees it," she said not letting go of his hand. He moved it carefully far to the right and saw it was a piece of strawberry. "Kay, you turn to sees me," she told him and he did so and then she ate the strawberry piece. Noah gave a brief nod and then swallowed the piece in his mouth.
"T'ank you," he said politely and Santana smiled. She gave each of them a kiss, a little bit of praise for eating so well, and then moved back to the counter, letting them have their alone time together. Watching them bond, was pretty adorable.
They continued their game of train, feeding each other and laughing and Quinn began to realize they were simply playing and probably wasting time. "Are we not stopping this?" Quinn asked Santana softly so she didn't disturb them.
"They're eating, I'm happy," Santana said. "Are you still taking my little girl to work with you?" she asked.
"That depends. What are you going to do for me?" Quinn teased.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Santana smiled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "Okay my loves, a little more eating and a little less playing please," she said turning to see they were now just playing. "I actually need to go shopping for Marley though. Her birthday is in a couple of days and I want to get her something special," she said.
"Do you want to do it while I take them to work?"
"By yourself?" Santana asked. "Babe, I know it's New York, but one melt down from either of them, and you will have the next reality tv show," Santana said.
Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're a reality tv show I think sometimes," she said.
"You need to work on your comebacks," Santana said and she reached over and brushed some cream cheese off of Quinn's lip, and Quinn grabbed Santana's finger put it in her mouth and sucked slowly, their eyes never leaving each other and a smile playing at Quinn's mouth as her tongue tickled Santana's finger. Neither of them noticed that Rachel was awake and standing in the doorway watching the kids, but very slowly and cautiously her eyes drifted to the adults and realization hit her full force. She quietly snuck away and then went into Kurt's bedroom and crawled into bed next to him.
"Wake up lazy bones. You are missing cute and flirtatious and I think a possible romance," she said softly, gently running her finger down the bridge of his nose, to help wake him.
"Stop being 'noying," he whined softly batting her away and pulling the covers over his head. She rolled her eyes and carefully climbed on top of him.
"I think that Quinn and Santana are hot for each other," she whispered into his ear through the blanket and that definitely got his attention.
"Since when?" he asked not moving.
"I don't know, but if you don't come watch, you won't see it!" she scolded him. "Come on, get up," she urged.
He sleepily got up out of bed and went to the door. Santana and Quinn had miles between them, but Noah and Marley were still feeding each other and Kurt noticed something that Rachel hadn't. The budding romance was not the moms, it was the kids. Marley had a little bit of food on her face, which normally would send her into a screaming fit and terrify her, but she was happy and laughing. "Now that view was totally worth you disturbing my sleep," he said.
Rachel nodded and wrapped herself around Kurt, enjoying the feeling. "I love them both so much. I don't ever want them to leave, and at the same time, I want everyone out, because this house is getting too small," she sighed.
"We'll figure something out soon," he told her kindly. "And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed," he said and he crawled back under his covers in his bedroom and Rachel decided that she was going to get ready for her day.
"Mama!" Marley cried happily when she saw her walk by. "Good morning baby girl," she said kissing the top of her head. "And a baby boy perhaps?" Rachel asked him.
"Um, okay," he said after a moment of thought. It was nice to be loved so much. It almost made up for what he hadn't gotten over the past seventeen years. She kissed the top of his head and moved to the counter where Quinn had a bagel and cream cheese waiting for her.
"You have loud feet," Quinn teased her. Rachel shrugged and ate her bagel watching Marley and Noah play with each other some more before turning toward Santana to point out something that she didn't think Santana noticed.
"How long have they been at it, and do you know Marley has food on her face?" Rachel asked kindly.
Santana turned in shock to see her little girl who indeed had a very messy face at the moment, but instead of screaming like a banshee, she was laughing like a hyena, and probably about to give herself hiccups. "They've been 'feeding' each other for twenty minutes now," she said and looked over to see, most of the bowl gone. It was nice to see them smiling and eating.
"Alright my loves. Are you done eating?" Quinn asked kindly as she finished her bagel.
"Auntie, you come play too?" Marley asked. Marley was still hungry, which was fine, they would let her eat as much as she wanted. Noah indicated that he was hungry too though, but feeding each other, as fun and silly as it was, it was messy and tiring. He wanted to eat, but he didn't think he had the strength to feed himself. He really hoped that Quinn would agree to feed them. He couldn't believe how tired he was.
"I'll come play. Does that mean Auntie is the train engineer now?" Quinn asked and Marley giggled, covering her face, and her hand touched the mess, moving it from one place to the other. She looked concerned, her entire body going tense. "Here," Quinn said kindly and she handed them both a napkin. "Clean up some and then I'll help you eat some more," she told them.
Rachel leaned over to Santana and spoke softly. "Do you want Kurt and I to watch the kids, while you and Quinn go on a date?" she asked earning herself a playful smack to her hip and she laughed. "Well it's not like you and I were ever going to get together. We hate each other," she said and Santana rolled her eyes, leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"I don't hate you. I can't stand you sometimes, but I don't hate you. There's a difference," she said and Rachel gave a kind smile.
"You should, you know," she said. "See where it goes. See what happens. You might create your own little unique family if it's successful," Rachel said.
"Or I might break two hearts when she and I come to blows," Santana said. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Marley is my baby girl, that will never change. Noah has come into the picture now and she likes him. They have something in common. They understand each other, but he isn't 'mine', he 'belongs' to Quinn. If Quinn and I tried, and it didn't work out, we wouldn't be able to live together and those two, they would be crushed. I can't do that to them," she said.
Rachel smiled, leaned over and wrapped Santana in a tight hug. "You're a good Mommy, and so is Quinn, and I don't think either of you would do anything to purposefully jeopardize the safety and well being of your little ones. I'm just saying have some fun okay?" Rachel said and she kissed her cheek, released the hug and poured herself some coffee.
Santana turned a bit and watched the breakfast table. Quinn was seated between them, feeding both of them their breakfast, cooing softly, and lavishing both of them with praise. She looked drop dead gorgeous too. To see her so maternal with these "kids" it was a huge turn on for Santana. "Yeah," she thought to herself. "Fun."
Breakfast had been a relatively easy ordeal, which everyone was grateful for. Kurt was getting ready to leave and Rachel was sorting out laundry. Quinn and Santana were in the bedroom, getting ready for work, at least that's what they said, and Noah and Marley were playing with Simon on the floor. Rachel continued to fold the laundry and smiled as Kurt came out of his room. "You look very professional," she teased when he emerged in pajama pants, a beat up t-shirt, and a ball cap, announcing that he was headed to work.
"Call backs. Voice over. I get to wear anything I want. You should get into this. It's fabulous," he said happily.
"You leave Papa?" Marley asked sadly, taking her eyes off of the simon toy and it buzzed her for taking too long.
"Mar-ree," Noah whined. He had been really into the game.
"Only for a little while baby girl. I'll be back by lunch," he said and Rachel shook her head no. "No what?" Kurt asked her and both little ones looked up at Rachel.
"Santana and Quinn both have an appointment at the club. I have rehearsal at three today. They will be at work with their Mommies," she said and Marley pouted heavier and crawled over to Kurt.
She grabbed onto Kurt's hand from the floor, pushed herself up to her knees, and then used his body to pull herself up to standing. She was getting better at it and only needed minimal help now. "Oh, my baby girl," he said pulling her into his arms and giving her a hug. "I'll see you at dinner then," he assured her.
"You promise?" she asked him softly.
"I double extra promise," he told her and she giggled. "I also promise, that if I am delayed for any reason I will send a text to Mommy, okay?" he asked and she nodded, not quite ready to let go of the hug yet.
Rachel watched from afar and folded two more pieces of laundry and then smiled. "Marley baby, come help Mama fold towels please? You and Noah can both help and when we're done with that, we can have a fudge pop," she said. The mention of chocolate got Noah's attention and he nodded happily.
"Go on love. Help Mama and then fudge pop," he told her. She nodded, sunk back down to the floor and crawled back toward Rachel. "Noah buddy, you have a good day!" Kurt called kindly to him and Noah gave a smile and wave in the general direction. Marley smiled and moved his hand for him, so he was waving at Kurt and not the kitchen window.
He left and Rachel finished folding towels with help from Marley and Noah. "Okay my loves, everyone to the table for fudge pops," she said.
"You have one too Mama?" Marley asked.
"Yes, I will have one too," Rachel said.
"Wait. Where am I?" Noah asked kindly.
"Oh, here," Marley said, and she took his hand and had him crawl so that he was next to the couch. She pet the side of his face and ran her hand down his cheek, his shoulder, his arm, and then his hand. She carefully took his hand and moved it toward his left. "Coffee table," she said. Then she moved it in front of him, "wall", and then she moved it over to the right, "couch," she told him. "Mama where we eat?" she asked.
"At the table," Rachel said kindly and Marley nodded.
"Kay, you crawls there on you self, or follows me," she told him and he smiled. She was having fun, but the way she touched him. It felt so good and his heart puddled every time she did. He wondered if this was what love was, but since he wasn't sure, he didn't say anything. He also didn't want to be a creep. He would hold her hand forever if he could.
"Can we go togevah?" he asked.
"Okay," she said happily and Rachel watched the two crawl over to the kitchen table for their fudge pops.
Once they were both seated and Rachel had opened pops for them, the third bedroom door opened to reveal Santana and Quinn in their work clothes and their cover up clothes. Noah couldn't see all that well. His eye wasn't as swollen as it had been originally but it was still pretty gruesome, so he couldn't see anything other than blurs of color. Marley however could see quite well and she still wasn't ready to learn what Santana did. Santana was not comfortable explaining to her little girl, that Mommy was the one who caused pain to people, because that was what they asked for.
"And there they are," Rachel smiled. "Have fun?" she smirked.
"No, we didn't "have fun", we got ready for work," Santana said and Quinn raised an eyebrow. Apparently she'd missed the "have fun" memo and what it meant.
"Mommy look!" Marley said proudly showing off her fudge pop.
"I see," Santana smiled. "That was really nice of Mama to pump you full of sugar before sending you off to be with Nanny Susan," Santana sighed. Rachel simply gave a playful smile. "You and Noah finish your fudge pops and then we'll head to work okay?" she asked her and Marley gave a simple smile and nodded.
"Mommy, what we gonna do?" Noah asked Quinn kindly as he carefully offered her a bite.
"You're very thoughtful," she told him kindly and took a small bite of it. "You and Marley are going to stay with Nanny Susan in a room near the front desk, and Mommy and Auntie Tana are going to be with our clients. When we're done, we're all going to come back home," she said.
"Where Mama go?" he asked carefully and Quinn smiled.
"Mama has prac-siss, till late. Her gives us kisses when we sleepin'. Right Mama?" Marley asked and Rachel nodded.
"Yes," she said finally finding her voice and Santana shot her a questioning look, but she shook her head no. She wasn't ready to explain why she got emotional just now. She was just beyond thrilled that she had two little ones calling her Mama, mainly because it meant she'd earned their trust and that meant everything to her.
Again - 8 days ago I had put up a poll about a new CONSENSUAL SEXUAL age play story and the majority of you said yes I'll read, or I'll give it a shot. No one said no, so that made my day - Thanks for that, :) Then a good friend pointed something out to me and I realized I need to tell you all a little bit more, in the full realization that a good number of you may say, yeah, not happening.
Here's a MUCH more DETAILED description of what's going to happen. Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and eventually Rachel are PETS to Will & Shelby, a MARRIED Master/Mistress couple. The girls themselves are not babies, but when they get overwhelmed or scared, or act extremely bratty (something they've all done so far in what I have written), then they are, by some standards, babied a little bit. Now this is the CRAZY IMPORTANT PART. THERE WILL NEVER BE A TIME WHEN WILL HAS HIS GENITALS INSIDE THOSE OF THE GIRLS (other than Shelby), NEVER NEVER NEVER. The girls call them Mama and Daddy(age play part), AT TIMES, and it will be explained why in the story (I can't give it all away now). There are going to be a great deal of original characters, and some of them will be true age players, little boys or girls with Mamas or Daddies, or both sometimes.
I'm also toying with a character "cheat sheet" post - almost as a prologue, so that as you read, you can refer back to it and keep them all straight. That all being said, here is the poll again, with the same options.
YES - I want to read it
I'll give it a shot but I make no promises
NO WAY - I can't stomach it at all.
So there are your options, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let me know what you think.