For Littles Novels & Stories

My legs were shuddering,my hands were over my mouth trying to stop my loud cry of pleasure forgetting we were all alone. He fell to his side panting while I was still trying to gain control of myself. Richard turned to me with a smile of satisfaction on his face. A knock interrupted our sweet moment, who could it be? As we thought everybody has left school for home already.

“Mommy! Daddy! Look what I made for our forever wall!” She barreled into my legs first, then Dante’s, then thrust the paper at me. I knelt, heart swelling as I unrolled it. Three stick figures under a bright sun: tall dark one with a tie, small curly one with a yellow dress, and a middle one with a thick black line around her neck that sparkled with actual glued-on glitter. “That’s you, Mommy,” Lila announced proudly, pointing. “With your magic necklace that means you’re safe and happy and nobody can make you small again. Miss Turner said it was beautiful because families get to choose their happy.”

Then Lily wrapped her arms around her little sister. Fair. Holding her gently. Reasonable. Carefully. God. Then she whispered: "I won't lose you." Fair. The promise. Reasonable honestly. A quiet promise. God. One Peanut probably didn't understand. Fair. Not yet. Reasonable. Then Peanut looked up. God. Smiled. Fair. And touched Lily's nose. Reasonable honestly. The baby version of agreement. God. Outside, the sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon while waves rolled endlessly against the cliffs below.

This wasn’t for me. *** I hate how short Sundays are. Is the only thing I think when I board the bus early morning the next day. I’m babysitting some kid today, a fourteen-year-old girl whose parents need a reliable person to guard their treasure for one afternoon. I swear that’s what it said. Some people just have the strangest combination of words.

Isaac blurted out, I nodded and wipe Leira's sweats on her forehead and her back. "Honey, you don't need to run," I whispered, she giggled and looked at me. "Moma! look at what I found!" She said excitedly as she extends her hands, opened her palms, and show me what she found, a close pink-colored clam I croaked my neck to the side as I pretended to look amazed by what she found.

“You little…” “Have a nice day, mom.”

Even while everything around us burned and we were bruised the news of his arrival brought a smile to her lips like nothing else could. And though it’s taken more than a few years to get over our loss, we’re still taking small steps to get there. I drop a flower over the small grave. To little sesame, the name Lilith calls it, because it didn’t grow old enough to have a gender. A child’s laughter echoes from behind me while a little girl turns out of her hiding spot rushing for me. Her little feet don’t take her too far before she stumbles and falls face flat on the ground and burst into tears immediately.

* * * A/N : Finally! Who loves grandpa now?

I ask her. "And then you can discuss punishment and special rules," she explains to us. "Do you want to read it? Or should I read it?" Nickolai offers me, but I pay better attention while I'm reading. "I'll read it, thank you," I say wanting to see the papers for myself, I started reading right away. Dom and Littles contract. Definition: A little is someone who regresses to a younger headspace, the expected headspace is between three and four.

Lilith’s still short legs were swinging in the air, she looked happy. Meanwhile, Lucas was there too, sitting right next to her. Of course, this was a younger version of Lucas. But it was still Lucas. With the same cold face and the same calm gaze. Little Lilith was talking nonstop, while Lucas just listened, occasionally responding briefly. But he never really stopped her. “I want a really big house!” Lucas nodded faintly, trying to hold back a smile. “I know...” “Then there’s a library full of all kinds of books.”