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Note: All character's in this story are HIGHLY fictionalized versions of real people.
The HookâŠ.
Professional wrestling is fake. Every time the camera is rolling, every time someone who isnât a wrestler is watching you; itâs a work. No one is actually trying to injure one another, at least they shouldnât be. The shiny gold belts are nothing more than props to dazzle fans and to create drama and tell stories. The toy replicas sold in Walmart would be just as valuable if the right worker sold it like it was. Likewise, most wrestlers practically live out of their cars, bars, and cheap hotel rooms. Even at the top levels, wrestlers have more in common with the carnival folk that started the business than the stylinâ, profilinâ, limousine riding, jet flying, kiss-stealing, wheelinâ and dealinâ sons of guns they purport to be. Itâs all an illusion.
Professional wrestling is also the realest thing ever. Workers might not be trying to hurt each other, but everyone is still in competition with one another. Everyone wants to get the top spot on the card, to steal the show, to draw the most money, to sell the most merchandise. Itâs still an athletic competition; itâs just a performance based competition like gymnastics or figure skating; and the only judges that matter are the people who pay to see you and the person who signs your checks.
It also never really ends. It doesnât matter that everyone older than seven knows itâs a performance, the performance never stops. Chris Hemsworth can put down the plastic hammer and heâll stop being Thor. On some level, a wrestler is always expected to be their character. Heels tend to hang out with other heels. Faces with faces. The old code of kayfabe still runs deep.
It was part of the reason why Rhea Ripley thought of herself as her ring name just as much if not more often as her birth name. When co-workers, bookers, and fans across the board tended to call you by your gimmick name, hearing your real name from just about anyone outside of family left a bad taste in your ear. Thatâs why even in her head, she was Rhea.
The other reason was the simple truth that while wrestlers could be great actors, they didnât tend to be particularly good character actors. Every successful wrestling gimmick, so it was said, was just taking a part of oneâs personality, turning it up to eleven and then cramming it into the preferred mold; whatever got the strongest reaction from the crowd.
That meant that Miz was kind of a button pushing cocky douche, Ronda Rhousey was kind of a competitive try hard, and Sami Zayne was definitely a wholesome goober. Even the legendary over-the-top gimmicks of yesteryear had this. Undertaker was closer to his biker persona, but even the Dead Man gimmick channeled his natural stoicism and old school traditionalism. Hogan was a bastard and a shameless self-promoter, but what was Hulkamania other than a positive spin on one man being the president of his own fan club?
Similarly, when she was Rhea Ripley, she had the ability to be a massive wanker when needed. When she went out to the ring she just flipped on a switch inside and went from her naturally laid back and personable self to become incredibly intense, brutal, and uncompromising in everything she did.
Presently, Rhea was riding around in a rental car just outside of Seattle. They had a house show that night, and a quirk in the scheduling had given them almost a whole day to settle in ahead of time. It was nice, just cruising around and killing time for once.
Nothing big, she had neither the time nor inclination to play tourist, but it was fun to just decompress and people watch.
PING!
Rhea picked her phone up from her lap and sighed.
âWho is it?â Alexa asked from the driverâs seat. âBuddy?â she asked hopefully. Despite currently working for different promotions, Rheaâs boyfriend regularly texted and called her.
âNo,â Rhea sighed. âItâs Dom.â
From her spot in the back of the rental car, Bayley rolled her eyes. âSeriously? I thought heâd get the hint when you werenât traveling with the rest of Judgement Day.â
Rhea shook her head and groaned. âGuess not.â
On the subject of gimmicks as a reflection of oneâs personality, Dominik Mysterio had found his true calling as a spoiled brat. The guy had grown up in the business and his dad was one of the most famous luchadores of all time. When it became clear that he would never be a carbon copy of his famous father, Dom leaned into his privilege and relative inexperience, turning heel and making people successfully hate him instead of struggling to earn their love.
Rhea and Dom had a natural kind of chemistry together, with her playing the part of the domineering temptress and him as her submissive pet project and protege. She trained him to be a better wrestler with him feeding off of the supposed resentment his character had for his father.
It was a good angle. Made her look good on multiple levels, both as a wrestler and a character. Gave Dom a bit more room to work and develop his craft and character; better the prodigal son lead astray than Daddyâs perpetual sidekick. Win-win. Oh boy did they get heat. It was glorious.
Like all the best things in wrestling, there were elements of truth mixed in. Ripley really was working out with the young Mysterio and training with him. Their relative sizes and body types were a closer match than the father and son were, so it made sense for Dom to modify his style so that he was less acrobatic and more of a technical brawler. Dom also very clearly looked up to Rhea, almost like a kid brother wanting to play with his big sister.
Rhea read the message on her phone.
âJust checked into the hotel, Mami. Want me to find a gym? Iâll save you a machine.â
Lately the act had become too real. Heâd started calling her âMamiâ more and more when the cameras were off. Had gotten too flirty. Too familiar. The âlittle brother/big sisterâ analogy was becoming less and less accurate behind the scenes. Week after week, it looked like Dominik was toeing the line between art and real life.
âI think itâs kind of cute,â Alexa said. âHeâs kind of like a puppy dog.â
âYou try having him constantly humping your leg, then.â Rhea joked.
âPoint taken.â
Bayley tapped her chin thoughtfully. âIs there a way to get him to take the hint? Court?â Bayley, of course, wasnât referring to actual legal intervention, but âwrestlerâs courtâ, the informal system of locker room justice where the eldest and most respected amongst the workers settled squabbles by hearing complaints and then deciding which one had to buy the other booze and pizza to atone for their transgressions.
Rhea ignored Dominikâs next three texts and turned her phone off. âNaw,â she said. âItâs an old boyâs club.â
âYeahâŠâ her riding companions sadly agreed. The business had come far for women in recent years. Just not that far.
âHeh,â Alexa said. âWhat about the other way? What about a rib?â
Wrestling had a long and storied history of what amounted to frathouse level hazing, bullying and pranks. It had gotten toned down over the years, but the practice had hardly gone into the dodo. You didnât have an industry filled with performers that were the exact intersection of jock and theater kid and not have drama and pranksâŠsome more legal than others. You just didnât.
âI donât think he deserves it that badly,â Rhea mused. There was an implied âyetâ at the end of her sentence.
PING!
Bayley looked at her phone and giggled in the back seat. âYou sure about that?â She showed Rhea her phone. âLook who just texted me.â
Rhea read the text out loud and grimaced. âHey B. Have you seen my Mami? Tell her her Dom Dom misses her.â
âHow did he even get your number?â Alexa wondered, still driving around aimlessly.
âI didnât give it to him,â Bayley frowned.
âHeâs Reyâs kid,â Rhea sighed tiredly. âHe probably just asked someone who asked someone who asked someone. Heâs been around this business since he was literally in nappies and his Dad is a Hall of Famer. Whoâs gonna tell him no?â
âYeah,â Alexa teased, âBut now he wants his Mami to change him!â
PING!
The blonde haired âMiss Blissâ stopped the car in the middle of the road to check her phone. To be fair, it wasnât really a road as much as it was a quiet alleyway. âGoddamn it, Dom!â That got a laugh out of the other two.
Fate and inspiration have a funny way of playing off each other. Legend has it that Jake the Snake Roberts invented the DDT by grabbing his opponent in a front headlock and tripped over the other manâs feet. One night Steve Austinâs wife had told him to come get his dinner before it turned âStone Coldâ. What happened here wasnât nearly as momentous, but just as serendipitous.
Right as the car was pulling out of the empty alleyway and into a parking lot, Rhea saw a couple of young men walking out of a store. From their belly buttons up to their chins, they hefted heavy cardboard boxes out and towards their parked hatchbacks. One of them turned his head and regarded the slowly passing vehicle.
The ladies got a look. Then another. Then a third. Eyes became squinted in consternation, then a jaw went slack. All three women knew that look. âI think weâve got a fan,â Bayley said. Theyâd been recognized.
The shock and awe on the fanâs face explained why he didnât set the cardboard boxes down in the trunk of his car properly. The poor guy also didnât pack his boxes very carefully. The packages weebled and wobbled until gravity took over and sent them to the pavement, their contents spilling out.
âAre those diapers?!â Alexa asked.
Indeed they looked like it, though not any diapers the trio were used to seeing .The packaging was clear plastic, with a single colorful slip of paper that did nothing to cover the crinkly cartoon covered rectangles inside. They certainly looked like diapers. So too did the thin white slip poking out the back of the now extremely embarrassed manâs shorts as well as his companionâs while they scrambled to pick up the spilled contents. The only major difference Rhea could detect was that the packages didnât say âHuggiesâ or âPampersâ on them.
âGo-go-go-go-go-go!â Rhea shouted. Alexa tore off, with all three women cackling and cringing from second hand embarrassment. Rhea caught a glimpse at packages. Eagle eyed, she took note.
âWow!â Bayley laughed. âThatâs a story for later!â
âOh-no-no-no-no,â Alexa shook her head laughing. She drove around the block slowly. âItâs not over yet.â
Rhea cocked an eyebrow. âMeaning?â
âDid you see those boxes they were carrying?!â Alexa crowed. âWeâve gotta see where they got that stuff!â
It then occurred to Rhea why her companion had stopped peeling out. âAwwww,â she cooed. âYouâre giving those boys time to get away, arenât you?â
âYup,â Alexa giggled. âSo that we can go back in and gawk.â
âGawk?â Bayley said. âGawk at what? A medical supply store?â
Call it a premonition, or perhaps the Australian was just slightly more cynical than her peers, but Rhea had the sneaking suspicion that those diapers werenât strictly for medical use. Medical briefs didnât have blue huskies on the front or alphabet blocks on the crotch. âWeâll seeâŠâ
A full five minutes later, the trio of superstars were parked, out of the car and waltzing through a tinted glass door in what was supposedly a boring and nondescript office space. The door opened, a bell rang, and the ladies' senses were delighted at the lighthearted absurdity in front of their eyes.
Racks of giant onesies hung from the wall. They werenât feetie pajamas like what came in and out of style around winter time. They were onesies; the shirts that babies wore that snapped between their legs and over their diapers, only for much bigger babies.
Above them were displayed the same clear plastic packs of whimsically decorated adult diapers. Above those were innocuous looking baseball caps that had very similar decorations on the front.
âHello there,â a man in a black polo said, striding towards them. âWelcome to Ay BeeâŠâ he froze. âYou?â Looks like they had another fan.
Rhea looked to her friends. None of them were laughing, but they both had a mischievous glint in their eyes that matched her own. âExcuse me,â she said. âButâŠwhat is this place?â
âItâs uhâŠuhâŠuhâŠuh..umâŠwowâŠâ the young man stammered. Definitely a fan.
Rhea held her palm out to silence him. âJust a sec.â She turned to her companions. âAbout that ribâŠâ she said, a sinister grin blossoming on her face. âI think I have an idea.â
Alexa and Bayley were grinning and nodding along with the idea. âYeah?â Bayley asked. âDoes it have anything to do with a certain someone calling youâŠMami?â
Rhea nodded, slowly. âMmmmhmmmâŠâ She turned her attention to the star struck sales attendant. âSoâŠcan you tell me all about this stuff?â
By the time the associate was done (very politely and professionally) info dumping a whole lot of things into the triadâs brains, the inkling of a rib had turned into something resembling an actual plan to get Dom back.
A couple autographs and pictures bought the buildingâs silence. The people there were very helpful about what sort of things could be purchased, where, and for how much. They didnât buy any diapers that day, but out of courtesy purchased a onesie or two.
There were only two questions remaining. âWhen and where?â Alexa asked back in the car.
âPatience, ladies,â Rhea said, turning her phone back on.
PING!
This time she didnât mind Domâs childish harassment.
âChicagoâŠâ
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The AngleâŠ
Going into the family business is harder than most people give it credit for. Yeah, you have access to resources, training, and a kind of job security; thereâs no denying that. But it also takes a toll on your identity. You never really break away from the people who see you as a kid. Thereâs no such thing as a fresh start or a clean break. Youâre always in the shadow of someone elseâs legacy. Thatâs what Dominik mysterio thought.
For all the leg-ups that being a âMysterioâ gave him, it came with the baggage of being âReyâs kidâ. Everybody in the locker room who knew him before he started performing saw a little kid playing dress up. Everybody who met him after saw a punk coasting off of Daddyâs coattails. Some choice: A wannabe kid or a spoiled brat.
It wasnât all bad. Growing up with the culture gave Dom a special insight into most things. He still had dues to pay and respect to show, but those expectations were second nature. There was no learning curve or culture shock. Some kids were raised Catholic; other folks were Jewish. Dominik grew up in the Church of The Business. To him, things like locker room etiquette and kayfabe were no different than communion.
Being young, dumb, and twenty-five, Dom particularly liked ribbing folks. With what a high stress, and physically demanding profession that often involved the portrayal of overly dramatic characters that would make a telenovela star advise them to dial it back a bit, ribbing was a time honored tradition. If you couldnât relieve the tension by fucking with your friends and co-workers, how could you relieve it? It was part of one big game, and Dom loved playing it.
âTwo hundred ninety-two,â Dom whispered to himself, driving to the address Rhea had given him. âTwo hundred ninety-twoâŠtwo hundred ninety-twoâŠâ Thatâs how many times heâd called Rhea Ripley âMamiâ not counting on camera segments.
His count was likely off by a dozen or so, but that didnât make the game any less fun to him.
This particular game had started with an innocent slip of the tongue. Theyâd just finished filming a backstage segment before a show. Between recording fuck ups and line flubs, the less than two minute scene had taken close to an hour to record and over twenty takes. The pre-recorded promos were sometimes harder to do than the in-ring stuff. If a body botched something live there was no choice but to just grit your teeth and push forward. It was better than doing take after take after take on something that might not even make the final cut.
Theyâd cut, called it a wrap, and the on-screen couple nodded and agreed to meet up after a quick dinner and a wardrobe change. âOkay. See ya later, Mami.â An honest mistake. Over the last couple of months, heâd called her âMamiâ more times than any other name. It was his character.
âThe cameraâs not on, Dom.â Rheaâs eye twitched, ever so slightly. Someone not as familiar with her might not have noticed.
âOh. Sorry,â Dom had apologized. Heâd meant it too. Didnât stop him from noticing how annoyed she looked. Contrary to her character, or the tough emo/punk rock aesthetic she sported, Rhea was a sweetheart with nearly infinite reserves of patience. One could hardly blame the young man for seeing the opportunity for some light psychological warfare, just to see how far he could push things.
Maybe the perceptions of him as a kid and a brat had a kernel of truth to themâŠ
Since then, heâd been calling her âMamiâ every chance he got, just barely tapping that button again and again until, pestering her like a fly buzzing in her ear, or a note sung just slightly off key.
Nearing three hundred instances over the course of months, the game was almost over. Dom could sense it. Either Rhea would snap and chew him out once and for all, or sheâd become numb to it and accept it as a kind of pet name. Either way heâd stop. The joke wasnât fun if it didnât bother her, and if she yelled at him that meant he won. On some level, he suspected she knew this, too. Thatâs why the game had lasted this long. Rhea was also playing the game.
Any day now, the game would be over. His on-screen lover was close to cracking. He could sense it. Just. A. Little. More. Then he could apologize and get back to work. Dom wasnât slotted on the card , but he had a series of intricate interference spots to run for Rheaâs match. Hence him showing up to do his part.
Dom pulled up to the address Rhea had given him and looked around, worried that heâd punched the wrong address into his GPS. It was dark by the time he rolled up, but this neighborhood was nice. Really nice. Just short of a gated community. He was expecting a hotel or maybe a motel, but the place was closer to a single story mansion. Nice cut lawn. Decorative trees. Calming brownish reddish bricks. Wide front windows with curtains that hid the inside. Was this even the place? The mailbox said it was.
He parallel parked on the street and got out of the car, looking around despite knowing he wouldnât find anything. Shitty part about constantly living out of airports and rental cars was that you couldnât look from your buddiesâ cars to know if you were in the right place at the right time.
Dom pulled his hoodie up over his head and slinked up to the front door. Big show this weekend. Big enough so that they were given several days in advance to show up and practice their matches. No house shows in between last nightâs T.V. taping and this weekend. Didnât mean he wanted to be recognized and bothered by nosey locals.
Then he thought better of it and pulled the hood down. Young man in a hoodie after dark in a fancy neighborhood? Recipe for disaster. Thankfully the front lights were on. Nothing to do but to walk up and knock on the door.
Three swift knocks, and the door opened up. A welcoming familiar face greeted him from just across the threshold. âDom!â Rhea smiled. âYou made it!â
âMami!â Dominik smiled back, loving the teasing. Two-hundred ninety-three. âI did!â
Rhea stepped aside and waved him in. âDonât just stand there,â she said, âget in. Get in before somebody sees you!â
Dom thumbed back over his shoulder. âSure! Just let me get my suitcase.â
Rhea leaned forward and yanked him inside. âPfft. Get it later. Come in and say hi!â
âOkay, okay!â He laughed, blushing despite himself. He stopped and looked around, taking the inside in. Large, open floor plan. Kitchen, living room, big screen television, and the like could all be seen with just a scan. The place even had a bar along one of the walls, and bottles of liquor shelved right behind it. All of it was in one big common area like a clubhouse or a high end fraternity house. Adjourning doors and hallways more than likely lead to bathrooms, bedrooms, laundry room, garage and such. âNice place!â
âYou like it?â Rhea asked, ushering him deeper inside, steering him towards the bar. After a long day of travel, Dominik did not resist.
âYeah,â Dom replied. âReal nice.â Something just occurred to him. âWho am I saying high to?â
One of the side doors opened up just a crack. Alexa and Bayley slipped out of the opening theyâd made and quietly shut the door behind them. âHi, Dom!â they waved, coyly. Dirty thoughts intruded into Domâs head.
âHey Alexa. Hey Bayley,â He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked away. âSoâŠwhat are we doing here?â He asked, hastily. âWhy arenât we in a hotel or something?â
Rhea and he finished walking up to the bar and leaned backwards on the counter. âOh, you know,â she said casually. âFigured since weâd be in Chicago for a couple days, it made more sense to get an AirBnB. Pool our money together, get some privacy and justâŠchill, yâknow?â
That made sense. Privacy and the time to be still and unpack a suitcase for something besides dumping clothes into a coin operated laundry was something of a delicacy. There were fans everywhere who harassed them. Most were nice, perfectly pleasant people, but there were just enough borderline stalkers out there to put someone on guard when traveling.
âWho else is here?â Dominik asked. This AirBnB wasnât the ritziest, but it didnât look cheap. Wrestlers at this level could make serious bank, but they had to pay for most of their travel expenses, too. This place could fit a lot more people comfortably if they were willing to double up.
âJust us,â Bayley answered. She was soon behind the bar, reaching for a bar of tequila.
Dom blinked. The young manâs lust battled with a sense of propriety. The only guy with three beautiful women? Yes please! Something didnât feel right about it though. When Rhea texted theyâd be hanging and partying tonight, Dominik had pictured something lessâŠintimate. Lots of people, loud music. Drinking, yes, but also dancing. Was he just early? âWho else is coming?â
Alexa set out a couple of shot glasses. âTonight? Just us.â
The young man swallowed. His libido had been slightly bluffing him and it was being called. âJust us? Why just us?â He clarified. âWhy me?â
âWeâll have banger later,â Rhea assured him. âWe just wanted to have tonight to ourselves.â
Was this happening? Was this really happening? Dom repeated himself. âYeah. ButâŠwhy me?â
Rhea pivoted so that she was leaning forward. The two were now side by side, heads turned towards one another. âHonestly, Dom?â she said. âWe felt better having a guy around if somebody decided to follow us back here. Chase âem off.â
âUmâŠâ Dom blushed. âPretty sure youâre better in an actual fight than me.â He remembered to look across to the other women. âAll of you.â
âWe know that,â Bayley said. âBut some creep off the streets might not.â
âWe just donât wanna get harassed this week,â Alexa added in. She took a bottle of tequila and started pouring into the shot glasses. âFigured a guy hanging around could keep the idiots from trying and finding out the hard way.â She finished pouring and looked up. âAnd youâre safe.â
âAnd if youâre not,â Rhea elbowed him. âIâll kick your ass.â
The nervousness fled right out of Domâs brainstem. He wasnât being hit on! He was being friend-zoned! Oh God, what a relief. He liked Rhea and the others, but coworker stuff never worked out in the end. For once, he was glad to be everybodyâs kid brother. Internally he wiped the imaginary sweat from his brow.
âOkay,â Dom said. âCool.â Another thought. âShit, how much do I owe you?â He hadnât given them a cent for this place.
âDonât worry about it,â Rhea waved it off. âWeâve all got a big payoff coming.â By âweâ, she clearly meant herself, Alexa, and Bayley. Wrestlers getting their own match tended to get paid more than the ones doing run-ins and interference.
âJust handle your own food and drink,â Bayley said, âand weâll be good. Throw in for pizza or whatever.â Bayley slid a shot glass full of tequila Dominikâs way. âHere you go.â
Dominik did his best to hide a grin. Get to hang out most of the week in a big house with three beautiful women and only have to pay for his food? Sex or no sex that was a hell of a deal! Any bruising to his ego (It still would have been nice to get hit on, even if heâd have to object ) was immediately salved by the accommodations in relation to his wallet.
He reached to grab the shot glassâŠand suddenly thought better of it. âNo thanks,â he said. âThat stuff looks expensive.â If he hadnât been looking at the glass, heâd have clocked the enormous stink eye that Rhea was giving Bayley right then. âI think Iâm gonna go out to my car, get my stuff, and go to bed.â He stood up from the bar. âWhich room is mine?â
âOrâŠâ Alexa offered, âHow about a bet?â
Dom cocked an eyebrow. âWhat kind of a bet?â
Alexa giggled. âLast one to pass out doesnât have to pay for it.â She took one of the glasses and threw it back.
A drinking game? Domâs competitive instinct kicked in. Free booze tasted the best. He had to have had at least fifty pounds on all of them. He could totally drink all three of them under the table. Dom took the offered shot and took a shot. âWooooooo!â he crowed. This stuff was smooth! âDeal!â
Rhea and Bayley took their shots, and Rhea walked behind the bar. âI gotta feeling weâll need two bottles of this stuff tonight,â she said, opening a second bottle while Dom was pouring a second shot.
Dom took another shot before the others had started pouring. The stuff was already starting to kick in. âYou ladies are in for a rough night!â
Rhea poured herself, Alexa and Bayley, shots from the extra bottle she broke out. âWeâll see about that.â
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DarkâŠ
âSmooth move, Bayley,â Rhea said sarcastically while she plopped an unconscious Dominik onto the couch. âYou almost blew it with that pay for food and drink, thing.â
âI thought heâd get suspicious if we told him everything was free,â Bayley said. How was I supposed to know heâd want to be cheap?â
âHis dad has been doing this forever, and heâs got a sister,â Alexa answered. âYou think Rey didnât teach him how to save?â
Bayley was starting to get defensive. âWhyâd we have to go for the expensive stuff? We could have gotten him to pass out with just beer and pizza.â
The women made almost no attempt to lower their voices. Theyâd steadily plied Dom with tequila until he was blackout drunk and dead to the world. They could have their own wrestlemania here in the rented living room and heâd sleep through it.
Rhea rolled her eyes. âBecause beer and pizza takes longer, and itâs harder to fake.â
The second tequila bottle had practically been a prop.There was just enough tequila in it so that the smell lingered. The rest of its contents had been flat ginger ale. After the first round of shots, Dom had been the only one of them actually drinking anything. If heâd been paying attention, he might have noticed that the girls were all drinking from the same bottle and werenât half as wobbly as he was, but being drunk tended to make it harder to notice such things. Point being, beer and pizza didnât hit as hard or as quickly. Rhea had wanted to go straight for the proverbial throat.
âWhatever,â Rhea said. âItâs not a big deal. Things are still going according to plan.â She gave a thumbs up to Alexa. âNice save with the drinking contest.â
Alexa returned the gesture. âDonât mention it.â
âReady to get to work, ladies?â
Bayley smiled, mischievously. âWe kind of beat you to it. Everything is about ready to go.â So thatâs what theyâd been doing in Domâs room!
Rheaâs glee bubbled up so hard that it was easy to forgive and forget the close call Bayley made in the name of realism.âHow much of it?â
âWe managed to get everything out of the boxes,â Bayley said.
Alexa reported âTable is put together. Figured youâd want that first.â
âUh-uh,â Rhea shook her head. âWe do this, weâre doing it right. We put everything together, we clean up the packaging, and put everything that either doesnât belong to us or that we donât need in the garage.â
There had been a reason Rhea wanted to do this bit of ribbing revenge here, just outside of Chicago. When theyâd found out about this particular community back in Seattle, Rhea had learned that there was a very big presence in Chicago as well.
How big? Big enough where custom furniture was a thing. What she couldnât rent, she could commission. The whole thing was insanely expensive to the point where the opulent AirBnB they were staying in was one of the least costly parts of this bit. It would all be worth it in the end.
âCome on,â she said. âLetâs get to work.â
Alexa jerked her head towards a still sleeping Dom? âDonât you wannaâŠyou know? Just in case?â
âNo,â Rhea told her. âI donât. I donât wanna risk waking him up. I want everything perfect when he wakes up.â
âWhat if heâŠ?â Bayley folded her hands over the front of her pants and did a little dance in place. Theyâd really have to get used to saying the words out loud.
âIf he wets in his sleep, itâll add to the rib and make it even more embarrassing what I put a nappy on him.â
With just the three of them, itâd take at least a couple hours to set all this up. This stuff was heavy and none of them were experienced at this. It wouldnât be easy, but it most certainly worth it.
âCome on. Letâs get to work. See how he feels about calling me âMamiâ after this.â
The three laughed. Dominik stirred drunkenly, but didnât open his eyes.
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ShineâŠ
âDom,â a gentle voice roused Dominik from his slumber. âDom. Time to wake up, honey. Itâs morning!â
Dominik Mysterio was still dreaming, or so he thought. He certainly wasnât awake. Couldnât be. His body was determined to stay unconscious to the point where he was practically a bear in winter. âHrrrnâŠ?â He sleep-mumbled.
âNow, now,â the voice chirped gently in his ear. âI canât have my widdle man sleepinâ the day away. Let's get up. Câmon! Wakey, wakey!â
That voice? That accent. It sounded so familiar that even his not quite awake brain recognized it. It was Rhea, wasnât it? Except it sounded higher pitched and happier than he was used to. It wasnât anything unnatural, justâŠdifferent. It was like how peopleâs voices unconsciously got higher and happier when they talked to little kids. Exactly like that.
âMmmâŠMami?â Dom mumbled. He hadnât meant to call her that this time. Heâd just spent so much time messing with her, ribbing her, that the word jumped up and out of his mouth by accident.
Oddly enough, the slip of the tongue was rewarded. âThatâs right,â Rhea cooed back. âTime to wake up, baby.â
Dominik opened his eyes. Rhea was standing over him, gently nudging him on the shoulder. âBaby?â He really was dreaming. Rhea would never call him that. Not off camera. Sheâd never responded in any kind of affirmation before. As far as Dominik knew sheâd been trying to ignore him into submission.
âThatâs right,â Rhea reached down and grabbed him by both shoulders, guiding him up off the couch until he was in a sitting position. âTime to get up, Dom-Dom.â Every syllable was so syrupy that Dom could have poured it over pancakes.
Pancakes.
Dominikâs stomach rumbled. Last nightâs drinking contest had given him a light hangover and a craving for sweet and greasy breakfast foods. âDid I win?â he asked, groggily.
âWin what, baby?â Rhea took hold of his wrists and stepped back, pulling him up to a standing position. âThatâs right. Stand up. Good boy! So big! Now letâs walk for Mami to your bedroom.â
She slowly led the stumbling Dominik away from the couch (how had he gotten there anyways?) and towards the door Alexa and Bailey had crept out of last night. Besides his stomach, something else inside of him was signaling to him that it needed to be taken care of.
Off in the opposite direction, he spied an open door with the trademark tiling and sink inside it.
Still slightly drunk, dreaming, or both, Dom leaned away from Rhea and tried to stumble towards the room with the porcelain. âBaffoom,â Dominik mumbled.
âBathroom?â Rhea replied. âAwww, thatâs silly. Itâs not bathtime yet.â She yanked him back in the right direction, and Domâs body saw little point in putting up any resistance.
Dominikâs vision got just a smidge clearer and he was more certain than before that he was still fast asleep. How else could there be a big wooden playpen in the middle of the floor? The thing was practically a cage- heâd seen training rings smaller than this- but it was loaded up with tremendous carnival sized stuffed animals. His gaze sharpening, he saw that next to the open island in the kitchen area was a tremendous highchair. In stumbling away from the couch, Dom remembered, heâd barely scraped by a baby floor gym that could have been used as a tent frame.
He really was still dreaming, wasnât he? âWussallat?âhe slurred while the dream came more and more into focus. Groggily, his hand drifted between his legs and he held himself.
Rhea gently slapped his hand. âAh-ah-ahâ Dream Rhea said. âMustnât touch. Mustnât touch.â The slap stung almost enough to wake him up. Almost.
Dominik had had dreams like this before. Okay, not like this, but close enough. Lots of times, especially after drinking, Dom would have dreams where he needed to pee, but some outside force- a vanishing toilet, a locked door, someone distracting him- prevented him from reaching his destination. Then heâd wake all the way up, go take a piss, and be done with it. Dream over. Heâd be lying if he said this was the first time Rhea was the distraction.
Might as well just go with it. âMami,â he whined, âI gotta peeee!â
âAwwww,â Rhea giggled, leading him along. âLetâs get baby Dom Dom into his widdle nappy before he makes puddles on the floor.â She placed her hand on the door and pushed it open.
âNappy?â Dominik repeated. âI thought I just wokeâŠâ The sight inside gave him pause. â...up?â
The common area outside the room had already looked like a giant baby lived there. Big playpen out in the open. Big highchair in the kitchen. Big floor gym by the couch. This bedroomâŠwasnât. There was an adult sized crib in the far corner, the floor was tiled with foam puzzle pieces, there was a rocking horse as big as the real deal in the middle of everything and a changing table directly across from him.
Forward momentum with a pinch of shocked disbelief carried him and his figment Rhea over to the oversized baby changing station.
Rhea leaned into Dom, pressing her forearm against his chest and hooked her leg onto his heel. âUp we go!â With one swift and surprising movement Rhea swept him off his feet; tripping him and then scooping him the rest of the way onto the table.
âOoof!â The padded surface of the changing table broke his fall, but the sudden impact and the shock still knocked some air out of his lungs. âHuh?â Dominik gasped and blinked. This wasnât feeling like a dream.
Rhea capitalized and worked Domâs hands into something that was uncommon on changing tables meant for actual tables: two wrist cuffs. âThere we go,â she smiled maliciously. âThis will keep the baby safe.â
âBaby?â He still couldnât believe what was going on. This had to be a dream. There was no way that his senses could be showing him what they were showing him. Wasting no time, Rhea dug her hands into the waistband of Dominikâs pants and stripped them off his body as quickly as a magician removing a table cloth. Shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear were all off and on the floor in less than two seconds.
The feeling of cold air on his cock. The sensation of smooth vinyl cushions on his bare ass. The way the cuffs around his wrists chafed and stopped him from sitting up. The gleefully malicious grin on Rheaâs face.
âAwwww!â Rhea giggled. âMamiâs widdle boy must be cold.â She reached down, took out an adult diaper stacked beneath the changing table, and unfolded it. âMaybe this will help him feel more comfy womfy!â
Holy shit! This was real! This was too real!
âRhea?!â Dom yelped. âWhat are you doing?!â
âItâs Mami, now.â Rhea said, taking an extra pad- a booster-and adding it to the front of the diaper. âMa-mi. Can you say that for her? Mami? Ma. Mi.â
Was she serious? Dom chuckled despite everything. âRheaâŠâ
The resulting smack to his naked thighs would have gotten a pop from the audience had there been one (Thank God there wasnât one). Pain and reflexes caused Dom to arc his back and thrust his hips, instinctively jumping away from the pain. âYow!â
Rhea took the opening and slid the open diaper underneath Dominikâs rump just as it was coming back down to the mat. âNuh-uh. Itâs Mami now, Dom-Dom. This is what you wanted, isnât it?â A cloud of baby powder sprinkled down over his junk while she shook his head. âYes it is! Yes it is! Only a baby would keep calling me Mami all day and all night!â
Oh no. Too late, Dom understood that heâd taken this âMamiâ thing too far. âRhea, I-!â The resulting smack risked leaving a bruise. âMa-miiiiii!â She seemed to enjoy hearing that name come from him. âMami!â he tried again. âIâm sorry! I didnât mean to!â
Rhea took the front of the adult diaper and hoisted it up between his legs. âHold still, baby,â she said. âI know itâs hard, but you only have to lay there for four seconds. âJust one second longer than youâre used to.â
OooofâŠthat comment stung almost as much as the slap to his thigh, but she was true to her word.
âOneâŠtwoâŠthreeâŠfour! All done!â Four seconds. One for each tape on the snug new diaper. On some level Dominik hoped he was actually dreaming. He craned his neck and looked at the waistband of his diaper. The pastel colored blocks stenciled in just below his belly button spelled B-A-B-Y over and over again.
He didnât know that.
âMami!â He repeated, his desperation mounting. âPlease! Let me out of this! Iâm sorry!â
âSorry?â Rhea sweetly mocked him. âWhatâs there to be sorry about? Itâs natural for baby boys like you to call the women who take care of them âMamiâ. Isnât it?â She dug into her pocket with one hand and took out her cell phone. With the other she pushed the t-shirt and hoodie Dominik had fallen asleep in high up to his chest so that nothing was obstructing the view of his diaper.
âWhat are you-?â
âSh-sh-sh-shâ she said. Aiming the phone so that his crotch and face were in full view. âItâs important for Mami to have some baby pictures of her widdle Dom-Dom.â The clicking sound gave proof that it wasnât a bluff. âAaaaaand send!â
âSend?! Send where?!â
Two pinging sounds echoed from somewhere in the house. The sound of rapid feet slapping in.
A head of dyed blonde hair came into view. Alexa stormed in, wearing only a loose t-shirt (as far as Dom could tell). âEeeeeeeeee!â she squealed. âSo precious! Why didnât you wake me up? I told you to wake me up!â She was jumping like Dom was a new puppy that she wanted to play with. âIs he wet yet?â Her hand reached out and groped him through the padding of his diaper hard enough to where he could feel it through all the padding. âIâm bad with baby stuff! I canât tell!â
âSorry,â Rhea apologized to her. âI didnât know how fussy heâd be first thing in the morning. I just got him changed.â
âWas he wet when you got him up?â
âNo,â Rhea replied. âI think we got lucky.â
Dom tried to interject. âGuys-?â
âDom-Dom,â Rhea cut him off. âAdults are talking.â
A second pair of footsteps preceded Bailey barging in. She was more dressed than Alexa, but her outfit was still extremely casual. âAwwww!â she said. âI missed the first change!â
âNo you didnât,â Alexa giggled. âDom-Dom was dry when his Mami got him up!â This âMamiâ rib was getting less and less funny.
Bailey muscled her way to the spot by Dominikâs waist. She slid two fingers past the leakguards of his diaper and frowned. âDarn. Still dry.â
Dom had fantasized about pretty girls touching him down there. Just not like this!
Rhea fiddled with the restraints by his wrists. âWell he better keep dry for as long as he can. Nappies are expensive. Iâm not changing his soggy bum until much later today.â
âBut I thought if you left a baby wet for too long,â Bailey teased, âtheyâd be harder to potty train.â
Alexa piled on, âI donât think that matters as much for someone like Dom-Dom!â
âThatâs right,â Rhea agreed in the same cooing motherese sheâd woken him up with. âBy the time heâs ready for the big boy potty, Dom-Dom wonât even remember all this, heâs so widdle!â
Dominik said nothing. He waited till the wrist cuffs were loosened enough, then slipped his hands out and punched up for Rheaâs head. Nothing too serious, mind you. Knocking someone out is incredibly difficult to do in the best of circumstances; impossible from lying down. Yet when a rib goes too far, sometimes the best way to get it to stop is to show that youâre done fucking around.
It didnât matter if he was done with this and his new Mami wasnât inclined to be gentle. Full rested and alert, Rhea parried the blow and leaned away from the swing. She grabbed his arm and dragged him off the table.
âOw-ow-ow-ow!â
Before he knew it, Dom was on his feet, but maneuvered back around so that his face was pressing down in the same general spot that his ass had been. Rhea had him in an armbar. A real one.
âAwwwwâŠ.did baby Dom-Dom lose his balance?â she taunted. âIs he not thinkinâ things through again? Thatâs okay. His Mami will explain.â She cranked the arm just enough to keep him in pain. âMami and her friends are gonna take lots of pictures.â The sound of whirring and clicks behind him reminded him of his diapered status and his lack of privacy. âIf Dom-Dom is a good baby, none of his big boy friends will have to find out about this. If heâs naughty, heâs gonna get hurt, poor boy. If heâs VERY naughty, all his friends are gonna see the pictures.â She paused for effect. âUnderstand?â
They had him by the balls, figuratively and literally. He wasnât getting away. By herself Rhea would be a fight. No way he was getting out of this with Alexa and Bailey at her beck and call. Even if he did slip and slink away without a fight, those pictures could end up with every guy in the locker room. Worse yet, Twitter!
Defeated and somewhat resigned, he growled out a reluctant âYes, Maâam.â
âWhat was that?â She cranked on his arm again.
âMami!â He cried out. âYes, Mami! Sorry, Mami!â
The pain stopped and Dom got his arm back. âGood baby.â She side-stepped up behind him and took the rest of his clothes off just as he was getting the full motion back in his shoulder.,
Dom was forced to examine himself, afraid to touch the white plastic shell taped around his hips. Afraid to touch the baby blocks right above his crotch.
âWhereâd you get this stuff?â
âMami has her ways,â Rhea said. âCome on. Up you go!â She hefted him up onto her hip. âThereâs a good boy!â Whether it was his wrestling training or some kind of long buried instinct, Dominik helped Rhea, jumping with the lift and wrapping his legs around her waist so that he was supporting some of his weight.
She carried him out of the adult sized nursery, seemingly unbothered by his weight. âLadies, why donât you go get dressed for the day and get the pram ready while I give Dom-Dom his brekkies.â
âCan we help get him dressed?â Alexa asked.
âOh Iâve got the cutest outfit out of the stuff we got him.â Bailey chimed in. âItâs got a little sailor hat and everything!â
âSailor suit? Really?,â Alexa scoffed. âDo you want people to think itâs a costume? What about those overalls I saw? Theyâve got the cutest mickey prints on them!â
âOveralls?â Bailey balked. âTell me you donât know babies without telling me you donât know babies. Do you know how hard it would be to change him? Those donât even have any snaps on them!â
Change him?!
Did that mean they expected him to use the diaper as more than just very puffy underwear?!
Dominik felt like crawling into a hole and dying just listening to them talk.
Rhea carried Dom to the open kitchen and boosted him up into a highchair. For a quarter of a second, Dominik worried that more than just food would be going inside him. He let out a worried âYipâ when he felt a protrusion press up against the back of his diaper.
âScooch scooch scoochâ Rhea clucked, and kept pushing him further back in the seat. What he foolishly thought was some kind of plug was merely a protrusion, a dull horn like on a horseâs saddle.
Dom had been in higher spots before. The chair wasnât even top turnbuckle height. It was still disconcerting and disorienting that he could be fully seated while looking Rhea in the eye. His feet were dangling too. Damn. He couldnât even come close to remembering the last time his feet were dangling.
He was distracted enough and relieved at the same time that Rhea was able to slide a feeding trade in front of him and secure it into place with a simple latch mechanism just out of reach. Rhea reached up and out and pinched his cheeks. âIs Mamiâs baby boy ready for some brekkies?â
Dominik didnât immediately reply. Pride, embarrassment, and confusion mixed with adrenaline and the psychological need to cook up a snarky comeback made it so that all he did was stutter and stammer like a car. âBiâŠBuhâŠUhâŠnnnnnnnâŠâ
Rhea went for the other cheek. âBububububub. Someoneâs not quite a talker yet, is he?â This only made Dominik bury his face deep into the palms of his hands. Unconcerned, Rhea left him and opened up the freezer. âLetâs give baby some waffles!â
The diapered Dom quickly found she had good reason to be unconcerned. He couldnât get out. The protruding horn made it so he couldnât slide out of the seat. The tray was so low that he couldnât slip his legs back up into the seat. Trapped! Trapped by simple physics!
If she wanted to, she could leave him here. Leave him all day. Trapped. He squeezed his legs together and felt as much as he heard the crinkle and felt the thick padding between them. In his humiliation heâd already forgotten how badly he needed to go to the bathroom. Well, he remembered now.
âRhea?â Dominik called out. âRhea?â His on camera lover ignored him, content and intent on the toasting of frozen waffles. âRhea?â She was practically deaf to his calls. Except for maybe⊠âMami?â
Rhea perked up and came right over. âAwwww!â She squealed. âHe can talk!â She clapped her hands together, mock applauding him like heâd just said his first real world. Then she said, âYes, Dom Dom?â
âDom Domâ squirmed in the highchair. His mind hyperfocusing on certain dreadful inevitabilities. âYouâre not going to just leave me in here all day, right?â
Dominik did not like the grin that spread across her face. He feared heâd just given her an idea. âOf course not, Dom Dom!â she said. âDidnât you hear Mami talking to the girls? Mamiâs gonna feed you breakfast, and then sheâs gonna get you dressed.â
âCan I go to the bathroom between then?â he asked, feeling terribly childish in the asking. It had been forever since heâd needed to ask such a thing.
Rhea paused and cocked her head to the side. âBathroom?â She mused. âOh Dom Dom. Youâre much too little to go potty!â Dom felt his heart rocket up into his throat. âJust make your tinkles in your nappy, Dom Dom. Mami will change you when you need it.â
âRhea! Come on!â Dominik protested. âThis is ridiculous!â He was screaming almost as much as his bladder was.
The Australian woman stopped. âCall me âRheaâ one more time and find out what happens.â The threat was made with a smile. It was still very much a threat.
Beat and nearly broken, Dominik switched to begging. âIâm sorry I kept calling you Mami off camera! Just let me out of this!â
A hollow, metallic ka-thick sounded off. The waffles had just popped out of the toaster âTime for brekkies widdle Dom Dom!â Rhea walked around the back of the highchair, out of Dominikâs line of sight. The highchairâs wide back made it useless to try and look behind him. âYou donât have to apologize,â she called out. âYou were just doing what came naturally, werenât you?â Her voice pitched up another octave. âWerenât you? Werenât you Dom Dom? Werenât you?â
Dominik had no idea if he was being genuinely asked or taunted. âYesâŠ?â
âSee?â Rhea cooed behind him. âThen you have nothing to worry about. Mami isnât mad. She just wants to take care of you!â From behind, a bib was draped over Dominikâs chest and fastened around his neck. Like everything else it was comparatively massive. Dom could have used it as an apron or so he reckoned. âAnd Iâll get you out of your highchair as soon as youâre done eating your yummy waffles.â
She practically danced back around into Dominikâs line of sight. She placed a plate on the highchair feeding tray. It was purple, and plastic, like something a little kid might eat off of. The waffles, likewise, were equally unsophisticated. They were store bought and frozen; practically bread hockey pucks. Thankfully, Rhea made up for it by smearing them with butter and drowning them in syrup; she wasnât that cruel.
Only one problem. âWhereâs the silverware?â A terrible realization dawned on him. âYouâre going to make me eat with my hands, arenât you?â
âOf course not,â Rhea laughed. She took the dull knife and fork and waggled them mockingly in front of him. âMami just has to cut up your waffles into smaller bites for you, so you donât choke.â
Dominik was forced to sit there, diapered and bibbed, his bladder screaming, while Rhea sectioned off his food into individual bite-sized pieces. His waiting was not rewarded. As soon as the waffles were appropriately shredded, Rhea ditched the knife and jabbed a piece with the fork.
âOkie dokie. Open up! Heeeeere comes the choo-choo!â
âI can feed myself,â Dominik insisted.
âLook at him!â She gushed as if he couldnât understand simple English. âThinks he can feed his self! Choooooo-chooooo!â Dominik blushed hot and opened his mouth anyways.
The first bit of bready breakfast entered his mouth. He chewed. And swallowed.
âChugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chooooo!â
The second one came. He accepted it and swallowed. At least the waffles werenât half bad. Laying idly on the trail, his hands and fingers anxiously twitched. What did real babies do with their hands?
Dominik didnât have time to ponder that question, overmuch. The third piece darted for his mouth just as he was done swallowing. Then the fourth. Then the fifth. The train was picking up steam. Dom opened his mouth before he swallowed, with more syrupy buttery bread mashed into a pulp being shoved down his throat.
Then again. Then again.
Soon the first few crumbs slipped out and tumbled down his bib âWhoops!â Rhea said. âI guess thatâs why babies wear bibs.â She didnât slow down. Dominik kept chewing and swallowing as fast as he could, but it wasnât fast enough. Rhea would shove the blunted fork between his lips time and time again. If he had enough room in his mouth to accommodate, he did. If notâŠâWhoops!â
When the food was gone, and he swallowed the last bits, Dominik was left panting, the frozen waffles having been oddly filling. If not for his aching bladder, heâd have been tempted to lie back down and go back to sleep. That would mean getting locked inside a crib, he realized.
He stared down at his plate in contemplation and got insult added to his injured pride. A goofy smiley face, with googly eyes and a crooked smile laughed. Heâd been eating from a toddlerâs plate. âYaaaaay!â Rhea clapped again. âGood job Dom Dom!â
âThank you,â he panted. âCan I-?
âThank youâŠ?â Rhea put her hands on her hips. She was waiting for him to say something else.
Dom sighed. âThank you, Mami.â
âGood baby!â A bottle was shoved directly in Domâs face. âNow wash it all down!â
âBut I have to-!â Dominik was cut off with the nipple and a warning look before he could get the sentence out. He took the bottle and started chugging, less from thirst and more from willpower.
âThatâs right,â Rhea praised him. âDrink it up. Make your ba-ba all gone.â
Domâs thirst was quenched after less than five sips of the heavy, creamy stuff. From there it was pure torment. Every gulp and glug filled an already full stomach, making Dominik feel bloated and overfull. His already screaming bladder kept filling, feeling like it was going to pop like a water balloon.
This was no ordinary baby bottle either. Most baby bottles were small and didnât hold much. Less than a can of soda. If the markings just beyond Dominikâs nose were accurate (and there was no reason for him to believe otherwise) this was a full thirty-two ounces!.
Dominik felt every single drop.
âDone!â He gasped when he was finally sucking on air. âFin-UUUUUUUUUUUUUURK!â Heâd meant to say finished, but the bubbles in his stomach had other ideas.
Rheaâs eyes widened with the delight of a new idea. âBaby needs burping!â
The bib was removed, the latch was undone, and the highchair tray was removed. Dominik wanted to make a break for it, but his stomach was so full and his muscles yet ached, so he was left with no choice but to fall back into his Mamiâs grasp.
Rhea wasted no time beating the young man across the back. Some of them were hard enough that if heâd been performing, Dom would have taken a dive to the mat in order to sell the impact.
âUUURP!â
âURRRP!â
âURRRP!â
âAWWWWWWW!â
Dominik stiffed in Rheaâs grasp. Rhea turned with him to show. Alexa and Bailey had come out of their rooms, fully dressed, and had whipped out their phones. âGot it?â
âGot his cute little butt getting burped!â Alexa laughed. The day had barely begun and the three of them were compiling a lifetimeâs worth of blackmail material on him.
Bailey put her phone down long enough to say, âSad we didnât get out in time to see him in that highchair.â
âThat just means weâll have to find a reason to use it later,â Rhea smirked. âGot an outfit picked out?â
From behind her back, Alexa took out a bright blue onesie, the world âMommyâs Boyâ emblazoned on it in white blocky font.
âItâs not spelled right,â Rhea nodded, âbut itâll do.â She started walking back towards the nursery.
âMami!â Dom yelped. âI gotta go to the bathroom!â Heâd done everything sheâd said. Surely sheâd let him have this if he was determined enough.
Rhea didnât break her stride. âAwww, thatâs cute. But I already told you Dom Dom. Youâre not potty trained.â
âBut I ate my breakfast!â Dom said, panic rising with his mounting discomfort. âYou said-!â
âI said Iâd get you out of the highchair when you were done,â she countered. âAnd I did.â
Dom was roughly deposited sitting on the changing table. Only an act of supreme willpower kept more than a dribble from ending up in Domâs plastic backed panties. Even that tiny trickle was enough to tempt the young man.
The onesie was pulled roughly over Dominikâs head. He didnât get his arms through the sleeves before he was roughly shoved back down onto the padded bench, causing another agonizing trickle.
He would not do this. He would not do this. He would not do this.
Rhea hooked both legs to boost his hips and yanked the back of the onesie up and over. Four button snaps later. Dominik somehow looked even more babyish than when he was wearing just the diaper.
âI think he should wear that to the ring,â Bailey teased.
âFull agree,â Alexa smiled.
If Rhea disagreed, she didnât disabuse her cohorts. âEverything ready?â
âMhm,â Alexa nodded. âCarriage is nice and cozy, with extra blankets.â
Carriage?! Like a baby buggy? The kind that only the smallest babies rode in? Not even a stroller?! How the hell-?
âI packed his diaper bag,â Bailey added, with overmuch enthusiasm.
Dominik felt like swallowing his own tongue. Wriggling his arms into the onesieâs sleeves and tried to sit up. âWeâre not going to the arena are we?â
Rheaâs palm and Domâs terror were all that were needed to keep him down. âAwww, wook at him wonderinâ!â She taunted. âNo, Dom Dom. Mamiâs not taking you there. Thatâs much too far away. Weâre going somewhere else.â
âWhere?â
Her eyes twinkled malevolently. Out from underneath the changing table, Rhea revealed one last article of clothing: A bright blue, frilly baby bonnet. Grinning like a cheshire cat that swallowed the canary, she tied it around Domâs head. The transformation was complete.
She picked him up once more and hefted him to the front door. âWhy doesnât Mami show you?â
(To be continuedâŠ)
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