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Neuvillette awoke to the sound of his alarm, and found Furina, curled up in his arms, fast asleep, pacifier between her lips. He distinctly remembered having set her down in her own bed last night to avoid them both overheating, although it was with great difficulty, as she had big feelings about the next day’s roadtrip. Furina hated the car, even more so in the summer heat, which she was particularly sensitive to, for several hours on end. She couldn’t stand the mental strain that came with driving or planning a trip. She had regressed further than she ever had before after packing her suitcase the previous night, so the Iudex assumed Furina had climbed into his bed while he was sleeping.
Neuvillette had decided to try and make her as comfortable as possible for today, keeping her relaxed and little throughout the trip. After all, this was a well deserved holiday, and they were going to enjoy it as much as they could. It would be a nice occasion to take it slow, for once. He most enjoyed taking care of her, it made him feel needed, and he loved seeing Furina so peaceful. He pulled her closer to him by her waist, having switched off the alarm, and gently caressed her cheeks with his fingers, kissing her forehead.
“Furina, it’s time to wake up Dearest,” he took a deep breath of her scent, buried in her hair, before kissing her neck, “Are you hungry?”
To the sound of that, she wriggled and slowly opened her eyes. She stretched her arms and legs, yawning her pacifier out of her mouth, and rolled over to face him, setting it back between her lips and suckling gently. Neuvillette had never seen a more adorable expression in his life as she made eye contact with him.
“B’eakfast!” She exclaimed, fingers twitching in her Chevalmarin’s fur. Neuvillette felt relieved that she was still feeling little.
“That’s right, Love, it’s breakfast time.” He gave her a reassuring smile, and sat up in bed. Neuvillette pulled her onto his lap. Furina gave him a dazed look, eyes closing once more, snuggling her face into his neck. Feeling warmth growing on his thighs, he now definitely knew she was still feeling as small as she was last night, as Furina usually found wetting her diapers particularly embarrassing. He recalled the previous week, when she had hidden from him for a whole day because of it, having slipped out of her headspace from embarrassment. She wouldn’t let him talk to her about it, stubborn as she was. Neuvillette wouldn’t expect her to purposefully reiterate so soon. Though, Furina didn’t stay long on his lap as she was starting to wriggle out of his arms, feeling too hot.
“Cold chocolate for my Bluebell?” Neuvillette asked, petting her head. She snuggled into his hand and squealed excitedly. Furina wasn’t usually so hungry before car trips, he knew, and had a habit of throwing up when she ate beforehand. She made a grabbing motion, asking to be picked up, probably too small for words.
As Neuvillette walked into the kitchen, Furina in his arms, he decided against giving her a cup, which she might spill. Instead, Neuvillette filled her one of the bottles he hadn’t packed for the trip with cold milk, adding powdered chocolate and giving it a shake. He wanted her to be able to drink independently so he could make some last minute preparations. The Iudex handed it to her with a kiss on the cheek and laid her down on the sofa, then opened the windows in an attempt to let the morning’s fresher air in before they left.
While she drank her milk on her back and stared at the ceiling, in her own world, Neuvillette went to pick out Furina’s clothes for the trip. He decided she would be in diapers today, not risking any leaks in the car, considering her current headspace. He chose a white onesie and blue cotton shorts, long enough to cover her thighs so they wouldn’t stick to the car seat in sweat, and thin enough not to keep her too warm as well as being a tolerable texture for her. He packed her cap and a few diapers for the trip, to be safe, with all the changing products, an extra sippy cup and bottle, as well as the cool bag with their sandwiches, yoghurts, milk, compotes, juice and fruit as last minute preparations.
He then dressed himself and walked back into the living room to Furina, entertaining herself on the sofa with her Salon Solitaire and the sofa’s cushions, holding one foot in each hand and babbling.
“All done with your bottle, Princess?” He asked rhetorically, as if it were not laying empty on the floor. He walked over and chuckled as his little girl smiled at him giddily when he bent down to her level to pick it up. He made a tickling motion at her and she giggled, before he dove into her stomach with tickles, blowing bubbles under her pajama shirt. Furina was now laughing out, completely unbothered and happy. He topped his tickles off with a kiss, before pulling her clothes back down.
As Neuvillette had his own breakfast, a bowl of porridge, Furina happily sat on his lap. She had her arms around his neck, facing him, legs on either side of him. A cool breeze swept through the kitchen, making such contact bearable. Furina occasionally requested some of his food by grabbing his spoon, and Neuvillette fed her a few spoonfuls, not to upset her. He knew she did not like porridge, just wanting to participate in the activity.
“You're such a good girl for me this morning, aren’t you? So well behaved, I’m so proud of you.” He praised, kissing her forehead and picking her up. He set her bottle and his empty bowl and spoon in the sink and carried her back to his room to get dressed, giving her her pacifier back.
“Time for a change?” He questioned. He knew that even while little, she liked being aware of what was to come. He also knew that between the night’s events and her morning bottle, her diaper was probably sagging around her hips. She nodded, and he laid her down on her improvised changing table.
“Pee-pee,” Furina babbled over her pacifier, closing her legs, “Sorry Dada.” Her face now showed a saddened expression and she hid her face behind her hands, seeming to have aged up a little, embarrassed. He cupped her face. He knew this was a big deal for her, that she actually felt as if she had inconvenienced him. Neuvillette had to avoid a tantrum at all costs.
“I know Baby, I do not mind helping you in any way you need. I am here to take care of you, you need not worry yourself. You can just be my little girl in all the ways of your choosing, if that is what makes you the happiest,” he paused, gently taking her hands into his and kissing them gently, “Will you let me change you, Precious?” She looked up to him, nuzzled into his hand, blushing, and nodded shyly as she opened her legs.
He changed her with the most gentle wipes and occasional tickles and kisses to make her laugh, applying cream and powder, and closed up the padding around her hips. Furina didn’t seem to mind it, usually complaining about people potentially noticing. Neuvillette held up the onesie and shorts, seemingly asking for her opinion, but she didn't react. He knew she would let him know one way or another if she felt uncomfortable once it was on, and she seemed unbothered as he dressed her. He had her cap and sunglasses in the car, too.
After one last round of preparations, brushing teeth and doing the last few dishes, they were ready to leave. Neuvillette scooped Furina and her group of stuffed animals into the passenger seat, making sure she felt comfortable and had everything she needed, before fastening her seatbelt. Neuvillette locked up the house, set the cool bag on the backseat for easy access and climbed into the driver’s seat before pulling down both sun visors, and putting both of their sunglasses on.
“Ready to go, Bluebell?” Neuvillette asked, taking her hands into his.
“Yes Dada!”