Give Me The Pacifier Novels & Stories

I asked when the nurse walked in. “Alpha Jace took her out.” “Thank you,” I said. “You're welcome, Luna Cassandra.” I stepped outside and Jace was standing by the car with the baby in a car seat. I walked over and peeped at her sleeping figure. “Why does her pacifier say 'I love Daddy'?” I asked when we got into the car. I gently rocked the car seat when she stirred. “Because she loves me” Jace answered. “And I can't wait to see how jealous Mia also gets.”

My face dropped in disappointment as the door swung wide. “What are you doing back here?” I uncrossed my arms. “Sorry. I forgot…” Her eyes wandered toward the bed as she pointed. “I came to grab that. I forgot it.” My eyes followed her gesture to the bed, landing on the object. It was her baby's pacifier. I curled my lip. “Then grab it and get lost.” She went for it hesitantly, picking it up quickly. “Shut the door behind you.” “Okay.”

The pacifier is to help me relax after a stressful and anxiety fulled day. So , I imagined in my scenario that he told everyone that I was a big baby and that I sucked on a pacifier and things like that. I was not hurt by the fact everyone knew , but rather I was hurt than he broke my trust. I felt my eyes slowly drooping , my scenario still played in my head as I fell off to sleep. 17 : 00pm – Present

In one corner was a crib with rails and a changing table. “Welcome to your special room, princess,” Marcus said, kissing the top of her head. Damien held up a fluffy pink onesie with little hearts and a snap crotch. “Arms up, baby.” They stripped her naked, then dressed her in the onesie. It was soft and tight, hugging her small tits and snapping snug between her legs. Damien slipped a thick pink pacifier between her lips. She sucked on it instantly, feeling tiny and safe. “On the bench, little one,” Marcus ordered gently.

She blushed ten shades of red, and sucked on her thumb while I dressed her in a new clean one. I opened one of the drawers and got a clean new pacifier for her, I moved her thumb from her mouth exchanging it for the paci, I then carried her next to the rocking chair we now have in her room. I sat down and pulled her with me, getting her book with me, I started rocking us while reading for her, her eyes started to close on their own, I kept rocking her until she fell asleep.

Once he was done, he got something from the same damn desk, it had so many drawers in it, that held many supplies, he got what looks like a pacifier, I tried those before, I don't mind it, but not when the evil demon hand it to me. He used a clip to attach it to my shirt, still carrying me around, going down the stairs, I could walk, but I didn't want to walk, if he's carrying me, then let him do it, I don't mind being spoiled after having my bum kicked so badly. He sat down in what looks like a sofa, he placed me in his lap first, but I began to fight him, squirming around, wanting to get off, he allowed me to sit next to him now.

But sometimes–when he joked about the baby, or when he reached over without thinking to rub the small of my back when I winced– sometimes it was easy to forget. Too easy. “You okay?” He asked suddenly. I blinked. “Yeah. Just… Hormones.” Jay nodded like he understood. Maybe he did. We moved on to the bottles and pacifiers. I stared at the wall for a long moment, overwhelmed by how many choices there were. “Why are there thirty types of nipples?” I muttered. Jay peered closer. “These ones are for colic. These are for gas. And these… I think these are anti–gravity?”

Even a simple piece of clothing was expensive, and he had two full strollers packed with diapers and formula. The cost of all those things must be thousands of dollars. Thus, no way he was a human trafficker. The babies were still wailing, but the man showed no signs of impatience. Instead, he took out two pacifiers from his pocket. Both were sealed in sterile bags, indicating that he must've sterilized them before leaving home. Once he popped the pacifiers into the babies' mouths, their cries finally stopped. I watched as one baby nestled against his shoulder while the other did the same, their chubby faces still streaked with undried tears.

I placed aside the plates and cups and she cuddled into arms sitting on my laps. "Daddy?" She called sleepily. "Do you want anything, baby girl?" I asked looking at her face. She nodded yawning. "Paccy." I took her pacifier and put it in her mouth, clipping the rope to her clothes so she would not lose it. And she fell asleep.

Her blue eyes were rimmed with exhaustion and grief, but she smiled gently. My chest ached. She reached into her cardigan pocket and pulled out something small and delicate. It was an unused pink pacifier that was still in its wrapper. "I bought two," she whispered. "One for my baby. One for yours. I was going to give it to you once the time was right." I choked on a sob and curled into her as she sat up, her arms wrapping around me. I buried my face in her neck and wept. Maya rocked me slowly, crying softly the way my mother would have if she were alive. My twin sister stayed with me for a while and only left when she had to breastfeed her baby.