Novel & Cerita Pacifiers For Littles

she says, but was that supposed to make me feel bad? I simply shrugged and went to get her one, I picked a purple one, it was still in the plastic wrap, so I knew it was new and it now belongs to my koala. "I think I'm gonna change your name from Little puppy to little koala," I say with an eye roll, opening the new paci, and trying to give it to her, but of course, she didn't want it. "It's a comfort item, littles enjoy using them, especially the younger ones," Miss Blair explains.

I kind of like little things, i went along with him, he said I can chose as many pacifiers as I want, I got few of those. Also some extra sippy cups, he showed me a bottle and asked if I want to try it, I nodded yes, sure why not? We got a special toy for big me that I couldn't wait to try later when in a special mood, I thought we were done except he decided to get me one more thing! A night pull up, I was blushing so badly when got those I wanted to yell and say no, but I couldn't not really, but once we're home, I'm not wearing those!!

I let him go and pull back a pout, he smiled at me and slipped something inside my mouth. "What's that?" I ask him back through our bond again, he smiles at me and makes sure it's still in my mouth, I was really enjoying this feeling. "It's your paci honey," he says explaining to me, I knew littles use these things sometimes, but this is my first time ever trying it. "How about we watch a movie?" he asks me and I nod my head quickly yes, I would love to have a movie and cuddling time.

"Serena. Her name is Serena." "What a beautiful name," she commented, already guiding me to a section of the store. "So, let's see… you'll need a portable crib or bassinet, a small changing pad, blankets, extra clothes, bottles… and of course, some little toys to stimulate her." I followed along, mentally noting everything. We picked up a foldable crib, perfect for a corner of my living room; a set of cloth and disposable diapers; wipes; two soft blankets; a onesie and pants set with little star prints; and even a small activity mat, colorful, with little bells.

He knew she was looking at the price, and again he chuckled. “She is going to need much more than one can.” He said as he looked at her as she placed the can in the cart, “Even I know that.” He reached beyond her and placed six more cans in the cart. They went to the next aisle, and that was bottles and pacifiers. Deanna looked around, and Max was amazed that there were so many different choices. He watched her as she picked up a set that was in a box. She then got another box that was smaller and a pack of nipples as well. He nodded that she finally saw that they didn’t have to be thrifty right now. She got a few different types of pacifiers and threw them in the cart as well.

And every time it played, I saw the same spark in his eyes — wonder, joy, and a bit of awe. “We made that,” he kept saying, like it was the wildest magic trick in the world. It kind of was. Cassie came over the next afternoon with what can only be described as a baby shopping spree hangover. “Girl, I went feral,” she said as she dumped bag after bag on the couch. Onesies in every color. Tiny socks with animal ears. A onesie that said “Mama’s Boss.” A set of pacifiers shaped like fruit slices. A plush avocado the size of a small dog.

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?”

“I just want her to be safe, that’s all.” Susan shot him a look, but she said nothing. They chose the stroller and moved on to the cribs. This time, Susan let Leo take the lead as he inspected each one meticulously. After much deliberation, they settled on a white crib with simple, elegant lines and a matching dresser. “Okay, pacifiers next,” Susan said as they made their way to the smaller items. Leo picked up a pack of pastel-colored pacifiers, frowning at the description on the back. “Anti-colic? Is that a thing?”

I felt that familiar wave of panic building — the one that always crept in when nothing seemed to work. “Alright,” I breathed, forcing myself to stay calm. “Let’s try this...” I walked him over to the kitchen, humming softly while swaying side to side. His cries slowed a little — not fully calming, but less ear-splitting. “Yeah, that’s it,” I whispered, gently bouncing him. “You’re okay... Mommy’s got you.” I grabbed his pacifier from the counter and carefully eased it into his mouth. He resisted at first, turning his head with a frustrated whimper. But then, finally, his tiny lips closed around it, and his sobs quieted to weak hiccups.

They seem so alike, I was sure they will get along but I could be wrong. There was an amused glint in their eyes. I heaved a sigh of relief. They like each other. The store smelled of soft powder and vanilla. Rows of impossibly tiny clothes, plush blankets, bottles, toys, and cribs. It made my head spin. Good thing Alessandro didn’t take his credit card back. I was going to max it out. Luisa dove right in, guiding us through each section. “You’re going to need burp clothes, pacifiers. A lot of them because they disappear.”