The soft glow of early morning light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle haze. Emily stirred, but the cozy embrace of her blankets made it difficult to muster the will to wake fully. Her thick nighttime diaper crinkled faintly as she shifted, a quiet reminder of her reality. She blinked groggily at the clock on the wall and sighed. It was Christmas morning, which used to bring unfiltered excitement but now carried a blend of anticipation and unease.

Her bladder ached, a feeling she couldn’t ignore. She considered getting up and walking to the bathroom for a moment—a habit that still felt natural despite everything. But then she remembered her bed's warmth, the floor's chill, and the inevitability of her situation. She relaxed, letting out a soft breath as she released her bladder, the heat spreading through her diaper.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips as the warmth enveloped her. It was oddly comforting, even if she hated to admit it. Hannah’s right, she thought wryly. There are perks to this…like not having to leave the blankets.

The diaper absorbed everything easily, swelling slightly against her skin but remaining comfortable. Emily let her head sink deeper into the pillow, her body relaxing fully. She didn’t like the infantilization, didn’t like being reduced to something so dependent—but there was something undeniable about the convenience in moments like these.

Emily glanced at her sister’s crib, her eyes tracing the soft wooden bars surrounding it. The sight of her sister nestled snugly in her crib, a faint rise and fall of her chest as she slept in the thick, padded sleeper, brought a flicker of warmth to Emily’s heart. Through the haze of early morning light, her mind wandered back to last night’s bath—a rare moment of levity in their strange, restrictive new lives.

She could still hear the echo of their laughter, the way the water splashed over the tub's edges as they played like children. Hannah's cheeks flushed with joy, and she giggled uncontrollably as Emily flicked water at her face, a sound that melted away the heaviness of their reality, even if only for a little while. It had been so reminiscent of their old lives—simple, carefree moments that felt so distant now.

A warm smile spread across Emily’s lips. She loved her sister. Not in the confusing, romantic way she had once thought, but with the fierce, protective love of someone who would do anything for her family. In some ways, their dynamic had shifted. Hannah’s regression, the way she leaned on Emily sometimes, had brought out an almost maternal instinct. She didn’t just see Hannah as her sister anymore; she saw her as someone to protect and care for.

Emily shifted slightly in her bed, the quiet crinkle of her diaper audible in the stillness. The thought of their shared bond gave her strength, even as the challenges of their new lives loomed. Whatever came their way, Emily knew they’d face it together.

She turned her gaze back to Hannah, nestled safely under her blankets, her pacifier bobbing faintly in her sleep. For a moment, the world felt peaceful, and Emily allowed herself to bask in the warmth of that memory, that love, as she waited for the house to stir.

Daddy stepped into the nursery, his cheerful demeanor radiating warmth as he glanced between his two girls. Dressed in soft, plaid pajamas, he exuded the cozy spirit of Christmas morning. His smile widened as his eyes met Emily's, who was already awake and watching him from her crib.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he said softly, stepping over to her. "How did you sleep?"

"Well," Emily replied, her voice light with honesty. She wouldn’t let the weight of their circumstances cloud the festive morning, not today.

Daddy lowered the crib rail and scooped her into his arms with practiced ease, his hand gently patting her diaper through her pajama pants. "Still plenty of room in there," he noted teasingly, adjusting her against his hip. Emily nodded, hiding her mild disappointment. She wasn’t thrilled about staying in her wet diaper, but it wasn’t worth fussing over—especially since she knew it wasn’t too uncomfortable yet. Had she been messy, she would have argued.

Carrying Emily, Daddy crossed to Hannah’s crib, where her smaller form was still snuggled under her blanket, pacifier bobbing faintly as she stirred. He crouched slightly, his voice a soft, loving murmur as he gently woke her. "Good morning, my little one. Merry Christmas."

Hannah blinked groggily, her lashes fluttering as she peered up at him. She gave a sleepy whimper, nuzzling into her blanket as Daddy wrapped it snugly around her, lifting her into his arms. She seemed to melt against him, her small form perfectly cradled against his chest.

Emily rested her head on Daddy’s shoulder as he carried both girls from the nursery. As they entered the living room, soft notes of Christmas music drifted through the air. The warm, twinkling glow of the Christmas tree greeted them, the lights reflecting off the ornaments in a gentle kaleidoscope of color.

The room was magical, and for a moment, the weight of their reality seemed to dissipate, replaced by the simple joy of the holiday morning. Hannah remained nestled in Daddy’s arms, her eyes barely open, while Emily couldn’t help but smile as she took in the festive scene, Daddy gently setting her on padded feet. The living room sparkled with lights and promise, a perfect backdrop for the day ahead.

Emily quickly scanned the scene, noticing the missing cookies and milk. A few crumbs on the plate were the only evidence that Santa had indulged in their offering. Her gaze shifted to the base of the Christmas tree, where several expertly wrapped presents sat, their ribbons tied in perfect bows. The sight made her smile—like something from a holiday movie.

Turning back to Daddy, she saw him seated on the couch with Hannah in his arms. A bottle of warm formula was gently pressed to her sister's lips, and despite Hannah’s faintly furrowed brow, she nursed with half-lidded eyes. Her expression betrayed her mild annoyance at being fed before opening presents, but the warmth of the bottle and her still-sleepy state left her too groggy to put up much of an argument.

Daddy caught Emily’s eye and smiled warmly. “Why don’t you grab one of the presents to start us off, sweetheart?” he suggested, nodding toward the tree. “Hannah will join us as soon as she’s done.”

Emily nodded eagerly, padding toward the tree. She crouched beside the pile of gifts, her fingers trailing lightly over the ribbons and wrapping paper as she searched for a present with her name on it. Her heart felt light, and for a moment, the simplicity of the moment overshadowed their reality's complexities.

Behind her, she could hear the soft suckling sounds as Hannah continued to nurse, her tiny hands resting against the bottle. Daddy adjusted her slightly, his movements gentle as he supported her. Hannah’s eyes glazed further, combining sleepiness and the soothing formula relaxing her into a quiet state.

Emily picked up a box with her name scrawled across the tag in Daddy’s familiar handwriting. She glanced back at the couch and waited for Daddy’s approval before settling on the floor near the tree. The festive glow of the lights reflected in her eyes as she eagerly began to pull at the wrapping paper—the sound of her unwrapping mingled with the soft holiday music in the background.

Emily unfolded the dress carefully, the shimmering fabric catching the glow of the Christmas lights. It was undeniably an Elsa dress—with sparkles, a flowing cape, and a bodice that glittered like frost on a winter morning. She turned it over in her hands; the fabric was soft but unmistakably made to fit her current size, or rather, her current role.

She looked at Daddy curiously, her brow slightly furrowed as she tried to process the gift. His eyes sparkled with knowledge, and a playful smile tugged at his lips as he gently bounced Hannah in his arms. “Thank you,” Emily said, her voice tinged with awkwardness as she held the dress up, still not quite understanding its purpose.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Daddy replied warmly. “Keep going. It’ll all make sense soon.”

Emily glanced at Hannah, who had paused her nursing to peek at the dress with equal confusion. Her sister's expression mirrored her own, though Hannah was still too drowsy to offer much commentary.

Shrugging, Emily set the dress aside and reached for the last gift addressed solely to her. The tag bore her name in Daddy’s neat handwriting, and the paper felt heavier than the first. She began tearing at the wrapping, her curiosity building with each rip and tug, wondering what else Daddy had planned for her.

Inside the second gift was yet another outfit. Emily unfolded the second dress, her fingers running over the soft, colorful fabric. This one was modeled after Moana’s iconic outfit, with a patterned skirt and woven top design. Like the Elsa dress, it was impeccably crafted to fit her size yet designed with the toddler aesthetic in mind. She tilted her head, her confusion deepening. Why had Daddy chosen these for her? What was the theme here?

By now, Hannah had finished nursing. Daddy gently lifted her to his shoulder, patting her back until a soft burp escaped, followed by a small squeak of protest from Hannah, whose cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. “Good girl,” Daddy murmured affectionately before cradling her again.

“Emily, why don’t you bring your sister her presents?” Daddy suggested with a warm smile, gesturing to the pile under the tree.

Emily nodded, still puzzled by her gifts but setting the thought aside. Her curiosity grew as she gathered the neatly wrapped presents labeled for Hannah. Balancing the packages, she padded over to Daddy and Hannah, handing the first to her sister.

Hannah reached for it instinctively but paused, her mitten-encased hands clumsily swiping at the paper. She looked at Daddy, her expression mixed with embarrassment and mild frustration. “Can you help her, sweetheart?” Daddy asked Emily, smiling.

Emily set the other presents down and leaned in, carefully peeling back the wrapping for her sister. “Let’s see what Santa brought you, huh?” she teased softly, earning a shy smile from Hannah as the paper began to fall away.

As Emily helped Hannah remove the wrapping paper, the fabric beneath was revealed—a dress in soft blues and purples, unmistakably themed after Anna from Frozen. The details were exquisite, from the scalloped trim to the delicate embroidery on the bodice. Hannah’s cheeks flushed as she realized the implication, the pairing clear: her dress matched Emily’s Elsa dress perfectly.

Daddy let out a playful gasp, bringing a hand to his chest in mock surprise. “Oh my goodness! Did Santa know my girls would look so cute as Anna and Elsa?” he said with an exaggerated grin, his enthusiasm bubbling over.

Hannah and Emily exchanged glances, amused and slightly overwhelmed by the sheer thought Daddy had put into this. “Thanks, Daddy,” they murmured in unison, though their voices carried different tones—Emily’s slightly teasing, Hannah’s shy and soft.

“There’s one more,” Daddy encouraged, nodding to the final present in the pile.

Emily reached for it, carefully unwrapping it as Hannah watched, her curiosity piqued. Inside was another dress, this one in vibrant oranges and yellows with floral patterns reminiscent of tropical sunsets. Moana’s little sister, Simea, undeniably inspired it—a design perfectly scaled to fit Hannah’s size.

The realization hit both girls simultaneously, and they turned to look at Daddy, who was smiling with a twinkle in his eye. “Looks like you two are going to be the perfect pairs—Elsa and Anna, Moana and Simea,” he said warmly.

Emily chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “You’ve outdone yourself, Daddy.”

Still clutching the Simea dress, Hannah glanced up at him as she tried to form words. Instead, she simply nodded her thanks, her expression a mix of gratitude and quiet embarrassment.

Emily’s eyes widened as she carefully peeled back the wrapping paper, revealing a small, elegant box beneath. Curious, Her heart raced as she lifted the lid, revealing two colorful tickets adorned with an unmistakable castle, glittering fireworks, and the words "The Happiest Place on Amazonia" written in a swirling, magical script.

“What...?” Emily breathed, lifting the tickets to get a better look. Her jaw dropped as realization dawned. “No way.”

Beside her, Hannah leaned closer, her mittened hands struggling to grip the edge of the box. She squinted at the tickets before her pacifier fell from her lips. “Wait... are these...?”

Daddy grinned, his eyes twinkling with delight. “That’s right, girls,” he said warmly, excitedly. “You’re going to Disneyland!”

The room fell silent for a brief moment as the announcement settled in. Emily’s cheeks flushed with excitement, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “We’re going to Disneyland?!” she squealed, barely able to contain herself.

Hannah’s expression mirrored her sister’s, though her voice was softer. “Really?” she asked, her tone filled with disbelief and joy.

Daddy nodded, beaming at them both. “It’s my Christmas surprise for you. A whole trip to Disneyland—just the three of us. You’ve both been through so much lately, and I thought you deserved something magical to look forward to.”

Emily leaped forward, wrapping her arms around Daddy in a tight hug. “Thank you, Daddy! This is the best present ever!”

Hannah, still holding the ticket in her mittened hands, looked up at him with wide eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Daddy kissed each of their foreheads, his arms wrapping around them. “You’re welcome, my sweet girls. We’re going to make so many memories together.”

As the excitement bubbled over, Emily and Hannah couldn’t stop smiling. The challenges they faced and the struggles of their new reality faded into the background as dreams of Main Street, castle visits, and magical adventures filled their minds. It wasn’t just a trip to Disneyland; it was a promise of happiness and togetherness, a chance to forget the world and simply be a family.

Emily paused, her joyful expression faltering slightly as a thought struck her. She glanced at the ticket in her hand, her brow furrowing. “Wait,” she said slowly, her voice tinged with hesitation. “This... this is for Disneyland, but... it’s the Amazon Disneyland, isn’t it? Not the one back on Earth?”

Daddy looked at her with a mix of understanding and reassurance, gently taking the ticket from her hand to examine it himself. “That’s right,” he admitted, his tone soft. “It’s the Amazon Disneyland. I’ve never been there before, so I don’t know exactly what it’s like compared to Earth’s.”

Hannah’s excitement dimmed slightly as she exchanged a nervous glance with Emily. “So... what if it’s not the same?” she asked hesitantly, her voice carrying a note of unease. “What if it’s... you know, more for Littles than anything else?”

Daddy crouched down to their level, his smile gentle. “I understand why you’re nervous,” he said. “And you’re right—there might be some differences. But this trip isn’t just about the park. It’s about us spending time together and making memories. Whatever it’s like, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Emily nodded slowly, though the knot of uncertainty in her chest hadn’t fully unraveled. “I guess we won’t know until we get there,” she said, her tone cautious.

Hannah glanced at her ticket again, nibbling her lip. Despite her reservations, the excitement in her eyes hadn’t completely faded. “It could still be fun, right?” she offered, her voice tentative.

Daddy smiled warmly, wrapping them both in a comforting hug. “That’s the spirit,” he said. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to ensure it’s a magical trip for both of you. We’ll explore, have fun, and make the most of it—no matter what.”

Emily and Hannah exchanged a look, their nervousness lingering but gradually overshadowed by the anticipation bubbling back to the surface. Whatever challenges might come, the promise of adventure—and Daddy’s unwavering presence—was enough to nudge their excitement back into focus.

Both girls threw their arms around Daddy, clinging to him tightly as he wrapped them in a warm, comforting embrace. “I love you both so much,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “You mean the world to me.”

Emily buried her face against his chest, feeling gratitude and affection. “We love you too, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft but heartfelt.

Hannah nodded against his shoulder, her pacifier gently bobbing as she let out a muffled sound of agreement. For a moment, the three of them simply held each other, the warmth of the Christmas morning wrapping around them like a blanket.

After a few more precious seconds, Daddy gently set Hannah on the couch, patting her padded bottom as he straightened up. “Alright, you two,” he said with a smile. “I’m going to whip up some breakfast for Emily and me. You girls relax and take it all in.”

As he headed to the kitchen, the smell of something delicious began to fill the air; Emily turned to her sister, her expression a mix of shock and amazement. “Can you believe it?” she asked, her voice brimming with excitement.

Hannah, still cradling her ticket, shook her head slowly. “No,” she admitted around her pacifier. Her wide eyes reflected her astonishment. “I really can’t. Daddy hinted at adventures before, but I never imagined... this.”

Emily nodded, her mind spinning with thoughts of what the Amazon Disneyland might be like. “It’s not the Earth one, but still—it’s Disneyland! Can you even imagine what it’ll be like?”

Hannah shrugged slightly, her cheeks pink with excitement and nerves. “Not really. But... if Daddy thinks it’ll be fun, I guess it will be.”

Emily smiled, leaning over to give her sister a light nudge. “It’s going to be amazing. I just know it.”

Hannah let out a small giggle, the corners of her mouth lifting around her pacifier. “I hope so.”

For now, the two sisters sat together on the couch, their imaginations running wild with possibilities. The magic of Christmas morning lingering in the air, they shared a quiet moment of anticipation for the journey ahead.

Emily glanced at her sister, her excitement about the trip momentarily tempered by the weight gain from the previous day. "So," she began softly, shifting on the couch to face Hannah, "how are you feeling about all this? Disneyland... and, well, everything else?"

Hannah pulled her pacifier from her mouth, her expression thoughtful. "Disneyland sounds exciting," she admitted, her voice quieter than usual. "But... yesterday was a lot. I hate what Miranda's trying to do to us. It's like they’re tightening the noose, you know?"

Emily nodded, her brow furrowed. "Yeah, I feel it too. And those shows..." She trailed off, shivering slightly at the memory of the programming. "I mean, it’s bad enough they’re making us watch them, but the way they’re messing with our heads? It’s terrifying."

Hannah hugged her knees, her padded sleeper crinkling faintly with the motion. "I don’t want to lose myself, Em," she said softly, her eyes filled with fear and determination. "It felt like I was slipping yesterday like I wasn’t me anymore. I hated it."

Emily reached out and placed a comforting hand on her sister’s arm. "You’re still you," she said firmly. "And I’m still me. We’re not going to let them win. We’ve been through too much to let some stupid cartoons take us down."

Hannah managed a faint smile, appreciating her sister's encouragement. "I just... I’m dreading having to watch more. What if it gets worse? What if I can’t fight it next time?"

Emily squeezed her arm gently. "We’ll figure it out," she promised. "Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together. Daddy’s trying his best to protect us, too. He hates this just as much as we do."

Hannah nodded, her smile growing a little steadier. "You’re right. We just... we have to stick together. And maybe we’ll figure out a way to make it through all of this."

Emily studied her sister closely, noting the subtle shift in Hannah’s demeanor. "You seem... better today," she said hesitantly, her voice laced with hope. "After, you know, the programming."

Hannah hesitated momentarily, her eyes flickering with uncertainty before nodding. "The desire is still there," she admitted, her voice low, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her sleeper. "But I can control it."

Emily’s brow furrowed as she watched her sister. "Really? You’re sure?"

Hannah’s gaze grew distant, her expression thoughtful as she seemed to wrestle with something internally. Then, out of nowhere, she grinned, slipped her thumb into her mouth, and let out a string of adorable babbles. Emily’s eyes widened in alarm, but before she could react, Hannah blinked as though shaking herself awake and pulled her thumb free. "Yeah," she said softly, her cheeks coloring slightly. "It’s still there... and still strong."

Emily leaned closer, her concern deepening. "Hannah, that’s not good. What if it gets stronger? What if—"

Her words were cut off as Daddy returned, balancing a plate of food in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. "Breakfast is served," he announced cheerfully, setting the plate before Emily. Her eyes widened in delight as she took in the Mickey-shaped waffle, fruit slices, and a dollop of whipped cream. "Thought I’d start the day off with a little magic," Daddy added warmly.

Emily chuckled, her mood lifting slightly as she reached for the syrup. "Thanks, Daddy. This looks amazing." She turned to Hannah, a playful glint in her eye. "Want anything? I could share."

Hannah shook her head quickly, the motion making her pacifier bob slightly. "No," she murmured, her voice muffled behind the pacifier. "Something about the formula... it’s enough. I don’t even feel hungry."

Emily paused, her fork halfway to her mouth, her concern creeping back. "Are you sure?"

Hannah nodded again, more firmly this time. "I’m sure. The last thing I want is more food right now."

Emily frowned but didn’t press the issue, her focus shifting back to her plate as she dug into the waffle. Daddy ruffled her hair affectionately before settling into a nearby chair with his coffee. As the warm hum of holiday music filled the room, Emily couldn’t help but steal another glance at her sister, her worry simmering beneath the surface.

Daddy set his coffee down, having overheard their conversation about the formula. His warm expression grew a little more serious as he addressed Hannah. "Sweetheart, I know you’re wondering about the formula," he began gently. "It’s designed to keep Littles like you filled up with all the vitamins and minerals you could need. It’s why you’re not feeling hungry after a bottle. It’s also..." He hesitated, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks, "...designed to help keep you regular. Just like Miranda mentioned."

Hannah groaned, burying her face in her hands as her cheeks burned bright red. "I could feel that," she muttered, her voice muffled but unmistakably mortified.

Daddy chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to pat her knee reassuringly. "It’s okay, pumpkin. I know it’s embarrassing, but it’s perfectly normal. And hey," he added with a teasing grin, "I’m expecting to change more and more poopy diapers from you. It just means I get to care for my baby girl extra."

Hannah let out a small whimper, her pacifier bobbing as she gnawed on it for comfort. The thought of her diaper usage becoming even more frequent was utterly humiliating, but she also knew she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. "I’ll survive," she mumbled reluctantly, though the redness in her cheeks didn’t fade.

Quietly watching the exchange, Emily tried to stifle a giggle behind her hand. "Guess you’ll be keeping Daddy very busy," she teased, earning a sharp glare from Hannah.

"Not helping, Em," Hannah grumbled, though her voice carried a faint trace of begrudging humor.

Daddy smiled at the interaction, his heart warming at seeing his girls. "You’ll both be fine," he said reassuringly. "We’ll get through this together. Now, finish your breakfast, Emily. We’ve got a big day ahead."