Waddling Through Autumn: Thanksgiving Hugs and Extra Padding

Alena:

I’m fifty-three, estranged from my daughter, and spending another Thanksgiving alone. But this year, I’ve got something she’ll never understand, thick padding between my thighs and the quiet, aching hope that someone out there might want me as I am.

When Michael invites me to his house for the holidays, I tell myself it’s just dinner. Just company. But the way he sees me, with my paci, my onesie, my shame soaked deep, I start to believe I’m not broken.

I’m just a Little who’s been waiting way too long to be held.

Michael:

I’ve always wanted something softer. Something real. Not a bratty baby girl with sparkles and pink bows, but a grown woman, one with hips, history, and the kind of hunger you don’t fake.

Alena walks into my life with trembling hands and a soaking wet secret under her hoodie. And I know exactly what she needs.

A Daddy who won’t flinch when her diaper leaks.

A man who’ll plug her, feed her, and remind her she’s never too old to belong.

This Thanksgiving, I’m claiming what’s mine.

Mess, scent, shame, and all.

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