Chapter Fourteen
Ella's POV:
Luckily, I had the next day after my accident at work off so I didn't have to deal with my boss. I don't think I could walk back inside that store and not blush with embarrassment after what happened.
Though seems Mommy and Daddy had different plans than me, they didn't tell me anything, who would tell the baby anything. I was woken up in the morning, sleeping in my crib, I don't really like it much but Daddy somehow always manages to slip me into it. I had my diaper changed, which was wet. I blushed again at that. I used to have accidents during the night, even before I came here. Next was getting changed into a onesie, a knee-length skirt, and some frilly socks, along with some new Mary Jane shoes.
Mommy carried me today down to the kitchen, where our food was waiting for us, courtesy of Ms. Stone, my food was cut to small bite sizes and plated in a princess plate. I still blushed when she saw me like that, it's not that I'm embarrassed of being their baby, I was never happier but still other people who aren't in the lifestyle seeing me could be embarrassing.
Mommy strapped me in the highchair, with too many straps going around my chest and closing between my legs, I was locked here now. I finished my food first, I ate everything like a good girl but was done before them, I didn't try to ask them to take me out, I knew that I'll have to wait until they are done.
Instead I tried to mess with the straps when they weren't looking, I did my best pulling, biting, even hitting the damn straps but they wouldn't budge.
I wasn't as discreet as I thought I was being since Daddy turned to me after he was done with his food now.
"Nice try sugar. It's baby proof so you can't hurt yourself," Daddy said, undoing the straps easily. The chair would obey Daddy and let me go right away, but not me, stupid chair. Daddy lifts me up, and holding me against his hip, he moves us to the sink to wash my hands and face. I whined at my face being washed.
He asked Mommy if she's ready, she went and got a bag, the same one she had the other day when I had an accident at work.
We got into the car and I was dying with curiosity to know where we are going? It's the first time we go out together. But whenever I tried asking, they always gave me a runaround answer.
I sighed and just looked out the window while they drove. What I saw when they stopped made me go pale and feel instantly nervous inside.
"Why are we here?" I ask right away.
"We need to have a talk with the owner," Daddy replies in a firm voice.
I turned as red as a tomato. They can't be really doing this to me now!
"Mama, pleeaase," I say in a pleading voice, hoping she'll help get me out of this.
"Oh no, baby, if you want to keep this job, we're gonna have a talk with her," she says in an equally firm voice. Just kill me now.
"Can I stay in the car?" I ask with a blush. At least leave me out of it.
"No, you can't. Let's go," Daddy says. This morning, I loved my new clothes. I looked like a little, but right now I was blushing like a tomato.
"You can't stay here," Mommy says before heading toward the shop owner, the same shop I work in. They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours.
Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure.
Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask Mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.
"Here let me help you," a guy says next to me. He was taller than me but not by much, definitely not as tall as Daddy.
He got me the book and handed over to me, his eyes did a quick travel on my clothes, hair style before smiling at me.
"Here you go, little one," he said making me blush, I think he just saw my diaper! How embarrassing can this day be.