Tiny Hands, Big Desires ( 6 )

As Meira finished her breakfast, I decided it was time to take things into my own tiny hands—literally. Reaching up with all the determination I could muster, I tugged at her clothes, signaling my intent.

Meira blinked down at me, her tail swaying lazily. A soft smile spread across her face. "Young master, so impatient," she said, amused.

I gurgled in response, not because I couldn't speak, but because my baby instincts knew it would make me look cuter. Come on, Meira, don't make me wait.

"Alright, alright," she chuckled. "Please wait a moment."

She hurriedly sipped the rest of her coffee, setting the cup down with a faint clink. Then, with a graceful yet flustered motion, she began loosening her maid uniform.

"Madam did give permission, after all," Meira murmured, her cheeks slightly pink.

I settled in comfortably as she positioned me and let me latch on. Finally, my second mama's milk—well, or the lack thereof. It doesn't matter. This is bliss.

"Slowly, young master," Meira said softly, brushing her fingers through my hair. "Don't rush."

I savored the moment, glancing sideways to see Miss Liana still seated nearby, her expression unreadable as she watched the scene.

Oh? Feeling jealous, are we, Miss High-and-Mighty Elf? I smirked internally. Serves you right. Next time, when I ask for breastfeeding, don't act so arrogant. Now I've got my second beautiful mama. Unlike you, stubborn elf.

Just as I was basking in my victory, a sudden chill ran down my spine.

"Oh! So you're allowed to breastfeed him?" A familiar voice chimed in from behind us. "Lucky for you, Meira."

I froze mid-suckle. That voice…

Turning slightly, I caught sight of a looming figure. There she was—Marita, the slobbering demon herself.

"Ekkk!" I screamed in my mind. Not her! Anyone but her!

Marita approached with her usual exaggerated cheer, her pudgy hands already reaching out. "Young master is so adorable!"

Stay away! Don't you dare come near me! I grumbled internally, gripping Meira tightly like a lifeline.

Meira looked slightly flustered but kept her composure. "Marita, please. He's feeding right now."

"But I haven't held him today," Marita said with a pout. "And he's just too cute not to cuddle."

Liana, sensing my growing distress, stood up and gently placed a hand on Marita's shoulder. "Let them be, Marita. The young master needs calm right now, not your enthusiasm."

Marita pouted but stepped back. "Fine. But I'll hold him later!"

Over my dead body, I thought, silently thanking Liana for once.

As Marita left the room, I relaxed, settling back into Meira's arms.

"There, there," Meira said soothingly, stroking my head. "All better now, young master?"

Better? Yes. But one day, I'll make sure that kissing demon stays far, far away from me.

As I nestled comfortably in Meira's arms, my thoughts drifted to a certain someone I hadn't seen in a while. Where's Lithia, the dark elf? I thought. I remember her from before—back when I was being assaulted by that slobbering demon Marita. She was there, so calm and graceful. Lithia, where are you? Eheheh. You can be my third mama too. Dark elves are rare, after all.

I craned my tiny head, looking around the room with what little mobility my baby body allowed. No pointy ears, no dark complexion. Just Meira's warm smile and Liana's unreadable gaze.

Meira noticed my fidgeting. "What's wrong, young master? Are you uncomfortable?"

Uncomfortable? No, I'm on a mission! I squirmed, trying to peek around Meira's shoulder.

Liana raised an eyebrow. "He's restless. Perhaps he's looking for someone?"

Meira laughed softly, bouncing me gently in her arms. "Young master, are you searching for Madam Francesca? Or maybe Lord Charles?"

Ha! As if! No offense to my goddess of a mother or that… dried plum of a father, but I have someone else in mind.

"Maybe he's looking for Lithia," Liana added casually, sipping her tea.

My tiny eyes lit up. Yes! Someone gets me! Where is she, Miss Liana? Stop sipping tea and tell me!

"Oh, Lithia," Meira said, her ears twitching. "I think she's in the garden. She mentioned wanting to check on the roses this morning."

The garden? Great, let's go then! No time to waste! I waved my arms excitedly, trying to communicate my intent.

"Look at him," Meira said with a giggle. "He really does seem to want Lithia."

Liana sighed, setting down her cup. "You're spoiling him too much, Meira. But fine, let's head to the garden."

As Meira carried me out of the room, I couldn't help but grin inwardly. Lithia, here I come. Prepare yourself, my third mama.

When we arrived at the garden, there she was—Lithia, the dark elf, kneeling gracefully among the rose bushes. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sunlight, and her silken silver hair swayed with each movement. She was humming softly, her elegant fingers brushing over the petals.

Oh, Lithia, you're even more beautiful than I remembered!

"Lithia," Meira called, walking closer. "Look who's here to see you."

Lithia turned, her golden eyes meeting mine. A small smile graced her lips. "Young master," she said, her voice as smooth as honey. "You look happy this morning."

Happy? Of course, I'm happy! I found you, my dark elf goddess. You can be my third mama now. Eheheh.

"Would you like to hold him?" Meira asked.

Lithia tilted her head thoughtfully. "If it's alright with you."

Meira handed me over gently, and I found myself in Lithia's arms. Her scent was earthy yet sweet, and her touch was cool and soothing.

"There we go," Lithia said softly, adjusting me in her arms. "Are you comfortable, young master?"

Comfortable? I'm in heaven!

I reached out instinctively, tugging at the fabric of her uniform. Lithia raised an eyebrow, then chuckled lightly. "Oh dear, he's just like last time."

Meira covered her mouth, laughing. "Madam Francesca did say he's been… curious lately."

Liana crossed her arms, watching with a smirk. "Curious is an understatement. He's turning into quite the handful."

Lithia looked down at me, her eyes filled with gentle amusement. "Well, young master, I suppose I can humor you for a little while."

Just as Lithia began to undo the top of her uniform, the soft fabric sliding slightly to reveal her flawless skin, I felt victory within reach. Yes, dark elf milk—oh wait, she doesn't have milk yet, but still, I'm winning!

But before I could even get a peek, a familiar voice rang out from behind.

"Good morning, everyone."

Lithia's hands froze. She immediately straightened, adjusting her uniform. "Good morning, madam," she said, her voice respectful.

Meira quickly stood beside her, bowing slightly. "Good morning, madam Francesca."

Francesca?! Again?! Mama, you can go enjoy yourself with that dried plum of yours! Let me have my moment with Lithia! I squirmed in Lithia's arms, silently protesting this intrusion.

Francesca approached, her radiant smile lighting up the garden. Her golden hair shimmered in the morning sunlight, and her sapphire-blue eyes sparkled as she looked at me. "Javier, my little honeybun, did you miss me?"

Miss you? Mama, you just fed me this morning! Let me enjoy my time with my new mamas in peace!

Francesca reached out to take me from Lithia. "Thank you for watching him, Lithia," she said warmly.

Lithia handed me over gently, though I could see a trace of hesitation in her golden eyes. No, Lithia, don't let go! Don't give me back! Ugh, betrayal!

As Francesca cuddled me close, I turned my head toward Lithia, my tiny arms reaching out dramatically. Lithia! My dark elf mama, come back! This isn't over. I will taste your milk one day… even if you don't have any yet!

"Javier seems to really like you, Lithia," Francesca remarked with a chuckle.

Lithia smiled politely, though there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "He's very attached, madam."

"Of course, he's attached," Francesca said proudly. "He's a smart boy. He knows how kind and lovely you all are."

Smart boy? More like desperate baby. I know quality when I see it.

With a playful kiss on my cheek, Francesca began walking back toward the mansion. "Come on, Javier. Let's have breakfast with your papa."

Papa?! The dried plum? No! Send me back to my dark elf goddess and catfolk angel! I groaned internally, resigned to my fate.

( End of Chapter )