2 A Papa Too?

He felt her go slack in his arms, but couldn't bring himself to lower her into the crib. She was perfect, their little angel. He knew that this was a lot for her to take in, but he just wanted her to know, that all they wanted was to give her love and attention. Something that she would come to crave. But first he had to make her trust them, show her that they didn't want her no harm.

Carefully he lowered her into the crib, in her sleep she whined a little to be separated from him. He chuckled and thought how much she would hate to know that. He however melted on the spot and had to fight with all his might not to pick her up and cuddle her some more. Gently he tucked the blanket around her small frame and got one of her stuffies for her to hold. Unconsciously she snuggled closer and suckled lightly on her paci.

He wished he didn't have to force it upon her, but she had to learn that biting was strictly forbidden. He stroke her cheek with his index finger and said to the sleeping girl:

"I already love you little one."

Then he made his way downstairs where his partner where waiting impatiently, entering the room he was welcomed with a gasp.

"Wow, we got a feisty little bugger, don't we?"

His husband first examined the scratch on his cheek and then got some alcohol to swab where she had sunken her teeth into his shoulder.

"Yes Luke, she's got quite the temper. But oh, she's too cute, even when she is mad at you."

"Damian.. stop torturing me and tell me all about our little girl!"

The men discussed Mel and they both seemed awestruck with her.

"I just can't believe that's she's finally here with us. She's home."

Damian smiled at his husband, they had waited a long time to find the perfect little. So now that they had her, it all seemed a bit unreal.

"Yes you know I feel the same way. But let's not overwhelm her, it's a lot to adjust to."

"Fine.. daddy."

Damian beamed, how long has he wanted to be a father? Too long. And just to hear him being called daddy made his whole world light up.

"Ah I can't wait to actually hear our little girl call me that. Bet you feel the same way, papa."

He winked at Luke and a blush spread across Luke's face. He just nodded and drew his partner in for a long kiss.

A few hours later they heard the baby monitor going off, indicating that Mel was up and about. Perfect timing since dinner was almost done.

"How about I fetch her and you finish up here?" Damian asked.

"Fine, but hurry. I can't wait to meet our baby!"

Damian laughed and jogged up the stairs and into the nursery. The sight he was greeted with was not what he was expecting. Mel had somehow managed to climb up the railing and was hanging on the outside of the crib, she was just about to let go when he snatched her right up.

"No baby, you have to wait for daddy to come get you. You could get hurt climbing like that!"

He scolded lightly, Mel just groaned into her pacifier. She had been so close to get out on her own. He smirked, at least she had left the pacifier in, such a good girl she was being.

"I bet you were just eager to see your daddy, was that so?"

He asked in a baby voice while he tickled her stomach. Mel mentally gagged at the man. What was wrong with him?

"Now let's get you dressed and then we can get some yummy food in you tumtum."

He stated happily, while making his way to the bench Mel had seen before. She soon realised that it wasn't a bench at all but a changing table! She groaned again and was laid down upon it. Before she had even had the thought to get up and make a run for it, the man that insisted of calling himself daddy had put a strap across her chest. Efficiently making her immobile. She shot him the best death glare she could master. He just tutted at her.

"Do I have a cranky baby on my hands hmm? What could I ever do to make you happy?"

The question was of course rhetorical, but soon his fingers were tickling her sides. She really didn't want to giggle, but she had always been very ticklish so she couldn't help herself.

"Ah there's my favourite smile in the whole world!"

He exclaimed and he was wearing a big stupid grin too, it was so genuine it reached his eyes. Mel scoffed and went back to her glaring, something he didn't seem to care about.

He started to unbotton the pyjamas and Mel was once again grabbed by panic. He would see her naked! Sure he must of already done that since she was changed into this ridiculous attire, but being awake and having him towering over her, she felt vulnerable. Silent tears made their way down her cheeks and she hiccuped behind the pacifier.

"Oh hey. It's not something to be upset about, daddy promise to be quick."

He disappeared from above her, but was soon back with the elephant in hand.

"How about Mr. Elephant hold you company while daddy changes you?"

He spoke calmly, while handing her the stuffed toy. She took it and hid behind it, knowing that he wouldn't let her out of this. She wasn't sure she could endure it without something to hide behind and pretend she was anywhere than here. She felt chilly when she was stripped down, but the man made good on his promise and soon she was sitting on his hip again.

"You did so good baby, daddy's so proud over his brave girl."

He soothed her and let her hide behind the stuffie before calming down. When she dared to come out of hiding she looked down at her outfit and huffed. She was clad in a white long sleeved onsie with pink overalls over. On her feet there were socks with ducks on them. How had he find all of these childish clothes?

"How about we go down to papa and see what he has cooked up for you?"

At that she whipped her head up at him real fast. Papa? Was there another man? That made her escaping trickier, she was counting on it being only him watching her. Aggravated she sucked on the paci, hey it was already in her mouth it was hard to ignore.

"Yeah I bet he has some sweet numnums just for you!"

He said and poked her on the nose, which she scrunched up in disgust. But all that earned her was a chuckle.

"You're too adorable bunny."

They made their way downstairs and she tried to orientate herself and see possible escape routes. The stairs led down to a spacious living room which connected to several other rooms. All Mel saw however was the door, her way out of here, to freedom. Damian noted her longing stare to the door and fixed her on his hip so she instead was facing Luke. They stepped into the kitchen and Mel saw a man at the counter placing up food. He looked up at them and his face almost split in half from his huge smile.

He was tall too, not as tall as 'daddy' but much taller than Mel. He had tattoos on his sleeves and black hair that was styled back. He had more of a beard and warm brown eyes. He walked up to them and took Mel in his arms. The fact that both of the men were able to hold her and pass her around was slightly worrying, physically she wouldn't stand a chance against them.

"Hey sleepyhead. Did you have a good nap?"

He kissed her forehead and held her close. Seriously these guys were being overly affectionate. He placed her in a chair that was like a high chair, just much bigger. Much bigger to fit someone like Mel. She gulped, they seemed to have planned this out thoroughly.. A tray was snapped into place and Mel was once again caged in, unable to escape.

The newer man fixed Mel's hair into two pigtails and kissed her crown when he was done. A plastic plate was set before her and she saw nuggets and Apple slices on it. A sippy cup with Disney princesses adorned on it was too placed on the tray filled with juice. She scowled at the men who had steaks on their plates and glasses of red wine.They couldn't make it more obvious what her role was in their fantasy.

"Baby girl, I'm going to remove your paci now. But remember that daddy don't like foul language."

His eyes were dark and she could hear the underlying threat. He unclasped the straps holding the infantile object in. As soon as it was out Mel worked her jaw, it felt numb after being forced to suck on the thing.

The men begun eating, leaving Mel to her own. She looked around and saw no cutlery for her. She pondered the thought about breaking her silent treatment for a while when one of them asked:

"What's wrong sweety? You need help?"

It was the brown eyed man who had posed the question. She quickly shook her head and decided that she could go back to silent treatment later on.

"N-n-nooo. I need a fork and knife."

Damn the stutter, now it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Silly girl, you eat with your hands. Oops, papa did forget one thing though."

He got up and she frowned. Of course they were expecting her to eat with her hands. She felt something go round her neck and looked back shocked.

"Easy, sugar. Papa's just making sure you don't spill on your pretty clothes."

She looked down and realised that he had fastened a bib around her neck. She began to tug on it, when a large hand stopped her actions.

"No baby girl. The bib stays on. That's final."

That was it.

"No! What the fuck are wrong with you? Why have you taken me? Who are you? Please just let me go home!!"

She sobbed and both of her captors had sad smiles on.

"How about this? We eat first then we can sit down and answer your questions. How does that sound?"

She looked into sad green eyes, and she wanted to scream No! But he hadn't declined her of answers, just delayed them. She looked down at her plate again and hesitantly picked up a nugget. She brought it to her mouth and both men said at the same time:

"Such a good girl."

"We're so proud of you pumpkin."

She rolled her eyes at them, all she had done was to pick up a fricking nugget. The meal continued in silence all focused on their meal and the talk that was about to come.

Mel was finished and her throat was dying for something to drink. There was no way in hell she would drink from that stupid cup though. So she sat stubbornly and was preparing questions for them. She was brought back to reality by Luke, that she had heard the other man call 'papa', who tapped his knife on her tray.

"You have to drink too baby."

She looked at him with anger and carried on ignoring the sippy cup. He scooted the sippy closer to her and looked meaningly at her. Still she ignored it.

"You want something else to drink? I'd be happy to get you anything."

She huffed. It wasn't the liquid that was wrong, it was the container.

"Yeah a glass of juice would be nice."

She said, emphasised on the glass part. To anger her more he snorted.

"Well you're too little to drink from a big girl glass yet, so it's either the sippy or a bottle."

He stated. No room for discussion. She glared and turned away from him as much as this dumb chair would let her. She heard him sigh and the other man chuckled.

"Fine."

Wait? Had he said Fine? Would she get a glass? Her hopes quickly died out when she felt a couple of fingers pinch her nose. She was forced to open her mouth to breathe, the only problem was as soon as she did that the sprout of the sippy was placed in her mouth. She tried pushing it away, but firm hands held it in place. She pushed against it with her tongue which made the cool liquid to trickle out and down her throat. Unable to stop herself she continued to gulp the drink down.

"Easy baby, not too fast."

A voice told her, but she was too absorbed to even register it. With all her crying and screaming the cool liquid felt so good against her raw throat. It was gone way too fast and she opened her eyes looking sad, when she felt the sprout leaving her lips.

"Aw, don't worry cupcake. Papa will get you some water. Do you want to drink it here or in the living room?"

She realised that it was in the living room she would get all the answers she sought and felt afraid. She almost wished to push it off just a little bit longer, but no she had to know why!

"Living room." She stated and he nodded.

"Okay let's go sugar plum."

He said and handed her the sippy full of water now. He unlatched the tray and scooped her up. They walked into a beautiful room and she already saw 'daddy' sitting on the couch, waiting for them.