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lots-of-pockets · 6 months

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Taken

Chapter: 1

Words: 3077

Warnings: kidnapping, dark Natasha, diapers and a brief mention of throwing up. Let know if I need to add anymore!

Summary: Deep deep down, Natasha knew this was wrong. Taking someone against their own free will was borderline psychotic, let alone very much illegal. But she couldn't help it. After months upon months of watching your every move, she'd become convinced that you were only person perfect enough to become her daughter. She would do whatever it takes to have you, no matter the consequence.

Natasha stares into the fire. It crackles and glows with a radiant gold flame, the smell of burning wood filling her senses. In her hand was a glass of her favourite red wine, the rich liquid velvety on her tongue.

The outside was piercing in contrast to the heat before her. The empty skies were a dull white, and freshly fallen snow was covering all the eye could see. Everything was quiet, muffled, the atmosphere holding a sense of serenity the summer months did not have. It was peaceful and calming, a cherished few moments Natasha allows herself to have in the evenings after a hot bath full of bubbles and her favourite music.

The dancing flames of the fire could be seen in Natasha's eyes as she finishes her wine, setting the class down onto the coffee table with a soft, barely audible thump. She sits back against the couch and tightens the grey, fluffy blanket around her shoulders, eyes drifting to the clock in the corner of the room.

11:35

It was nearly time.

The busy street was quietened by a large blanket of snow, a carpet of cotton batting falling everywhere you looked. As you walk your usual journey to work, it crunches loudly beneath your feet. Your fingers and toes feel numb and are beginning to ache, and you could see the misty fog escaping your lips with each exhale. The trees were rocking back and forth, creaking and groaning just like the sound of an old rocking chair.

One positive about rising this early in the morning was being able to hear the birds on the street. They fill your ears with soft chirps, and you find it almost impossible not to smile at the sound.

Behind you, you hear the sound of a vehicle approaching. Your senses were almost immediately on red alert. The road you were on was almost always deserted. It was narrow and only one way, and you knew there was no reason for anyone to be coming this way this early, especially in a car when the snow plow hadn't even been through.

Your breathing accelerates, and you feel yourself begin to sweat despite the freezing temperature. You try your best not to outwardly react and continue on your way, but the car behind you slows the closer it gets, and you feel yourself become almost paralysed with fear.

You close your eyes for a second and practically force a deep breath into your lungs. You then speed up your pace, knowing that even if the person in the car means no harm, it was better to be safe than sorry.

When you hear the car door open and shut, the fear becomes a tangible, living force that creeps over you like some hungry beast, and it immobilises you, raising the fine hairs on the back of your neck. Your legs pick up on their own accord, but it was no use.

Someone grabs you, and the scream of pure terror that escapes your lips was muffled by a large, cold hand. You flail your body; you kick, you scratch, but your attacker was stronger, larger, and it was evident you stood no chance.

The hand was soon replaced by a cloth, and your senses almost immediately become a blur. Your eyes become heavy, your body becomes a deadweight, and despite the last ditch effort to escape, everything fades into nothing.

When you come to, your disoriented brain takes a few moments to catch up with the events that had just concurred.

You notice you were no longer outside. You were on a bed, and the mattress beneath you was soft and comfortable. The jeans and coat you had on were no longer, replaced by a pair of pyjamas much like a toddler would wear.

Your eyes flicker almost subconsciously around the room. The only light came from a slit between the curtains at the window, the feeble brightness barely enough for you to make out anything.

You did, however, note that the room was of medium size, adorned with white furniture. You couldn't make out any sort of decorations, but the door held a single lock with a touch screen pad.

You stare at it for a moment, and something in your brain seems to click bringing your subconscious to the realisation of what had happened. You'd been kidnapped, someone had taken you.

An immediate feeling of dread creeps up from the pit of your stomach, and your pulse beats in your ears blocking out all other sound.

You could feel your fight or flight responses kick in, increasing your heart rate and flooding you with added adrenaline. You try to sit up, but something was pinning your wrists down. It tugs at your skin uncomfortably, and when you look up, you see that you'd been handcuffed, each metal circle attached to the wooden headboard of the bed.

At the sight, your fear only grows more. You try to scream, but when you open your mouth, you come to find that even words had deserted you. It leaves you to release a choked sob, and you feel hot wet fluid begin to dribble down your legs, a bastion of warm comfort in a moment of primal terror.

The door opposite beeps in warning before it opens, and you feel your stomach grip in protest as a women comes into view. She was tall, and her pose screamed power. Her broad shoulders were held high, but her eyes, a soft green in colour, were gentle, and full of warmth.

The stark difference would have confused you if it wasn't for the sense of overwhelming dread.

"Hi little one. I'm glad to see you're finally awake," The woman speaks in greeting as she locks the door behind her, "I was beginning to grow a little worried." She adds as she flickers on the small night light that was plugged in near the bed before easing herself down next to you.

It bathes the room in a soft glow finally allowing you to finally take in your surroundings.

You couldn't help but tremble in complete and utter terror as your eyes burn with the familiar sensation of tears.

"It's okay," the woman soothes in a soft coo as she reaches for something to your left. "I know you must be scared, and I'm sorry about that." Her hand returns into view holding a tissue, and you flinch almost violently as the woman makes gentle work of drying your cheeks.

She doesn't outwardly react to it, but her features soften and her touch gentles further. You still shift uncomfortably, and it prompts the woman's eyes to flicker down towards the lower half of your body.

When they take in the large wet spot beneath you, your skin prickles with the fear of the unknown. But the woman simply shakes her head, a playful, yet gentle glint in her eyes.

"We'll fix that," was all she says as she disposes of the soiled tissue, grabbing a small bottle of hand sanitizer from seemingly nowhere and squeezing a small amount out onto her hands, "my names Natasha, but you may only call me mama. I'm going to be looking after you from now on."

You simply stare, trying to mask your emotions and pretend like you weren't mere seconds away from emptying your stomach in complete disgust.

"And you're Y/n, right?" Natasha continues, staring at you with a look that tells you she was expecting an answer.

You manage a mere nod, not wanting to upset the woman by defying her. Right now, you had no idea what Natasha was capable of, and you didn't want to provoke her in any kind of way by disobeying.

Natasha smiles in satisfaction as she rises from the bed and heads over to the white dresser placed in the corner of the room, "You were out for a while, so I suspect you must be pretty hungry. I have dinner made, and you may have it once we have you nice and clean." When she turns, you see she was holding a familiar rectangle of padded cotton.

Your cheeks burn, but you soon come to the daunting realisation that the woman must have already seen you naked due to the unfamiliar pair of pyjamas you were currently adorned in.

The bile in your throat worsens when you realise that Natasha could have done absolutely anything to you, and you feel yourself begin to gag in both fear and absolute dread.

Your vision becomes blurry, and as you try your best to keep your last meal down, you distinctly feel one of your hands become free if it's confines. Your body was then turned sideways just in time for you to vomit up absolutely everything in your stomach.

"There there, I've got you. You're okay." A muffled voice fills your ears as a hand gently grazes up and down your back, and having those hands on you only furthers your disgust and you find yourself puking once again.

You want to tell Natasha to get the hell off of you. That how dare she touch you after what she'd done, but there were no more words left in you. You could barely find it in within you to remain conscious, and you deem that more important right now. You had to stay awake. You had to try and protect yourself.

"Are you done?" The voice questions, and you nod ever so slightly. You feel a soft hand grasp your own and raise it once again to rest above your head, the cold cuffs once again circling your wrist.

Through your blurry vision, you see Natasha leave the room, and you allow yourself a moment to close your eyes and get yourself together.

When the women returns, you note she was wearing different clothes. You internally smile in victory when you realise you must have puked on her.

Serves her right.

"Okay, let's get you changed." Natasha sits herself down at the end of the bed, and it was only then do you notice that your feet were tied up too.

"I'm going to untie your feet, but if you even so think about kicking me or harming my furniture, I'm going to leave you in your wet clothes for the rest of the night, do you understand?" Natasha's hand rests on the rope tied securely around your ankle, and though the eyes staring at you were still the same soft ones as before, this time, they held a look of warning.

A warning you did not want to test. Not right now when you were still in such a vulnerable position where this woman could so absolutely anything to you and you'd be powerless to stop it.

And so you nod, despite everything in you telling you to fight with all you could.

Your heart races as Natasha unties your feet, legs subconsciously moving of their own accord and rising to a bent position where your thighs were pressed against your stomach.

The woman allows this, and when her hands reach for the waistband of your pyjama pants, your fight or flight instincts break.

You begin to flail your body as much as you could, the woman's prior warnings dissipating into the back of your mind. You had to get out. You couldn't let Natasha do this to you.

Despite your attempts, the woman gets your pants off anyway.

"No!" You finally find your voice, and it comes out hoarse, trembling with fear, "no! Let me go. Let me go!" You cry out as your stomach heaves with sobs.

"Hush now," the woman lightly scolds as she successfully manages to slide the diaper beneath your squirming figure, "There is no need for you to get so upset. I am not hurting you, so I suggest you calm down before I keep my promise and put you right back into your wet pants."

You still at the threat, but you continue to sob. Tears flow down your cheeks, blurring your vision and soaking your hair. Gut-wrenching sobs that tear through your chest fill the otherwise quiet room, and you want nothing more than for all of this to just stop.

You want to go home. You want to be curled up on the couch with your mom watching your favourite movie.

Not here. Not here where you're being emotionally tormented with all the things you no longer have; where you no longer have your independence and would be subjected to the unknown.

"There, all done." You hear, and you once again feel your legs being secured into their former positions. The sheet beneath you was pulled off next, replaced by a dry one with quick and efficient ease despite your presence on the mattress.

Natasha then shifts up the bed slightly, her weight tipping the mattress as her hand comes up to cup your cheek and wipe away the tears.

You flinch, but allow it to happen. The woman obviously knows what she wants, and it was becoming evident nothing you did would stop her.

"No more tears now," another soft coo as a gentle thumb continues to trail over your skin, "you're okay little one. Deep breaths."

You shake your head, "I want...I want to...go home. Please...let me...go home!" You cry as you extraneously squirm to get out of your confines.

Through your blurred vision, you see Natasha shake her head, and your body was wracked with another onslaught of sobs, complete hopelessness converted into tears that pour down your face at lightning speed.

"I know that must be upsetting for you to hear, but you'll get used to it. I'm going to get your dinner. I expect you to be fully calm by time I get back." Natasha once again wipes off your cheeks, the material of the tissue rough against your skin.

You try your best to comply with the woman's wishes, your throat tightening in dismay when you force back the sob that so desperately wants to escape.

Natasha smiles as she gives your leg a soft pat before rising to her feet, "Good girl."

You say nothing, but Natasha doesn't seem to mind. She disappears from the room and returns a short while later carrying a tray that held a glass full of water and a bowl of what appears to be soup.

"You haven't earned the right to feed yourself just yet, so I'm going to do it for you." The woman explains as she sets the tray down onto the nightstand, picking up the bowl along with a plastic spoon.

Soon, said spoon was being held to your mouth, the plastic warm against your lips.

You stare at the woman for only a short moment before reluctantly allowing your lips to part, and Natasha smiles as she places the spoon into your mouth. It was soup, but due to your blocked nose, you couldn't tell which kind it was.

You don't particularly care however, because you weren't in the slightest bit hungry after throwing your guts up just a few moments ago.

"Good girl. Is that yummy?" Natasha coos as she refills the spoon and once again holds it to your lips.

It wasn't, but you nod anyway as you open your mouth and allow yourself to be fed. You were scared if you told the woman any different, you'd be punished and tied up for longer. If you couldn't get away from Natasha, you at least wanted out of these stupid cuffs.

Natasha smiles happily, "I'm glad. Mama worked hard and there's lots more if you're still hungry."

Your stomach churns in disgust at the woman calling herself that, but you nod along, fear constricting you from acting upon your thoughts.

Soon, the bowl was empty, and you watch as Natasha sets it down and picks up the glass of water. You go rigid when Natasha places her hand on the back of your neck to elevate your head, hating the feeling of her touching you.

"Drink." Natasha prompts, and you quickly down over half of the water in the glass.

The woman sets the glass back next to the bowl and reaches for the blanket that was folded and placed over the footboard of the bed, "It's late. Time for bed." She shakes it out and lays it over your body.

"There's a baby monitor placed on the shelf up there, and it can see and hear you. If you need anything, I want you to call for me. I can't help you if I don't know anything is wrong." She brushes the hair saturated with tears out of your face before tucking it behind your ear.

You force yourself to nod.

Natasha smiles and gives your cheek one last gentle touch before rising to her feet, picking up the tray before heading towards the door, "Goodnight little one." She calls softly before leaving the room.

You don't reply.

Sleep does not come easy.

Fear prickles at the base of your spine each time you feels yourself beginning to drift off, a terrible sense of anxiety creeping over you at every little sound you hear.

The light thud of footsteps, the branches of the trees outside hitting the glass windows. Even the sounds of the house settling were unnerving, and no matter what you did, the subconscious of dreamland just didn't want to come.

A part of you wonders if anyone had realised you were missing. You keep to yourself mostly. Didn't have many friends or acquaintances. The only person you did have was your mom, and it had been nearly six months since the effort had been made for a visit. You decide that no, no one would have noticed, and because of your tendency to stay locked up in your apartment for weeks on end, no one would for a while leaving you to Natasha's mercy.

A part of you wants to call out for her. You want to beg her to be un-cuffed so you could at least try and get comfortable. But fear prevents you from doing so. It prevents you from even opening her mouth, so all you could do was lay here until morning comes.

A brand new day would greet you, and your nightmare would continue.

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toldthatdevil · 1 year

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Can I pretty please request a mommy Natasha where her little wakes up in the middle of the night hungry and milk time ensues??? thank you <3

Midnight Milkies | Mommy!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

pairings: mommy!natasha romanoff x little!reader

warnings: age regression

content: breastfeeding, nightime w/ mommy, fluff, soft moments.

a/n: thank you for your request nonny, i loved writing this one. I hope you enjoy it <3

You woke up too early. Your mommy hadn’t come to get you yet and it was still way too dark outside to be close to morning. You didn’t know how long you had tried closing your eyes to go back to sleep but there was a growling coming from your belly which was too much; you were too hungry to be able to fall back asleep now.

You felt the frustration bring tears to your eyes as you whined, kicking your feet, your blankets being shoved to the bottom of the crib before crying out.

The sound of your cries through the baby monitor next to Natasha’s bed woke her immediately. She glanced at the clock, 4:33 am. Sliding out of bed, she made her way to your nursery, opening the door to find you crying your little heart out.

“Shh, shh, shh,” she whispered, picking you up gently and hugging you close. Natasha bounced you around the room, rubbing soothing circles on your back to help you calm down.

Noticing your cries dying down she asked you what was wrong.

You swallowed and wiped your face on her hoodie, “hungry mommy,”

Natasha could see your bottom lip jutting out, your big doe eyes looking up at her with tear track marks still on your face. You were just the cutest little thing, and Natasha could hardly cope looking at you.

“Aw, does my little baby need some milk?”

You nodded into her shoulder. With that, Natasha made her way to the corner of the room, sitting herself down in the rocking chair and laying you sideways across her lap.

Waiting patiently for Natasha to adjust herself into a comfortable position you looked up at your mommy, admiring how pretty she was, butterflies forming in your belly. As if your pupils weren’t dilated enough from the site of her, the site of her breasts when she lifted up one side of her dark green hoodie just about blew your pupils. She guided you to her perked nipples, already feeling a slight chill in the air. You immediately latched on sucking harshly, causing her to wince.

You couldn’t help it, she tasted too good. Her milk was the sweetest thing you’d ever had, and you were hungry for it.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not going anywhere,” She reminded you, making you ease up a little.

Natasha’s head fell back onto the chair as she rocked with you. There was no better feeling than spending this time with you, and have you drain her of all her milk.

She watched as you suckled, stroking your pretty face and wiping up the droplets of milk that spilled over your cheeks every now and then.

Closing her eyes as she rocked you Natasha didn’t know who was going to fall asleep first. This time together was something you both needed and she would never say no to when you needed her or her milk.

She opened her eyes when she felt your suckles slow, thinking you had nodded off only to be met with a frown on your face.

“More mommy,” you pleaded.

Natasha chuckled, you really were hungry tonight. You had drained her left boob faster than she thought whilst still needing more of her. She twisted you around to lie on your other side.

Not even waiting for her to settle this time, you helped yourself, lifting the fabric of her hoodie to find her other breast.

Latching on, you began to suckle again. Natasha was determined to get you off to sleep this time around. She was slightly worried she was going to have to heat up some of her frozen breastmilk for you if you were awake much longer, sucking her dry. She rubbed circles on your back, knowing this helped sooth you before standing up, you safely wrapped in her arms. You were unfazed, happily drinking her milk and enjoying the attention.

Natasha walked around the room, patting your bum this time and humming a soft tune, singing some of the lyrics every now and then, “Drove my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.”

Before long your eyelids grew heavy, and you were snoring softly, Natasha’s nipple half in your open mouth.

“And them good old boys were drinking whiskey ’n rye”

Your mommy slowly lowered you back into your crib, pulling your blankets over your little body and placing your stuffy next to you. She gave you a lingering kiss on your cheek before closing your nursery door and heading back to bed.

“Singing’, “This’ll be the day that I die,”

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a/n: i totally didn't mean for the lyrics to end how they did but we are just gonna ignore that.

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nook-kid · 1 month

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🕸 || Spider-Man Regressor Board ! ╰┈─➤ with science stuff, for anon !

Requests Are Open ! Request Rules !

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karaslittlesunshine · 1 year

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melinda may agere fic <3

Would you write for little!reader with melinda? where she sees r regress for the first time after trying so hard to hide it from melinda<3 I know May would be the best mommy ever🥹

I wrote this over the last week while i’ve been sick with a bad cold :(. I used this request kinda as a jumping point so hopefully its okay and i didn’t stray from it too much! thank you for letting me indulge in my new special interest <3. i can’t wait to write more agents of shield.

also i dont have a title rn lmao sorry 😭

Word Count: 1379

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After a long stakeout with Bobbi and Hunter, you were cold, wet, and exhausted. The tip the team had been given had proven to be false and so the three of you spent the night in the snow for little to no payout. You’d collapsed into bed as soon as you’d gotten back to the playground, taking no time to get out of your wet clothes.

The next morning when Coulson called the team for briefing, you wished you had taken a little more care last night. Your head was throbbing with a sharp pain and your throat felt like razors. With all the willpower you could muster, you pulled on fresh clothes and headed to Coulson’s office.

“Ah, Agent L/N, thank you for joining us. I was hoping that you three could shed some more light on last night?” He said, gesturing to Bobbi and Hunter.

Everyone’s heads turned towards you three, dammit.

“Uh yeah, turned out to be a bust.” You cringed at your voice as you started explaining, so much for trying to hide how horrific you were feeling.

Everyone seemed to brush past it through the rest of the meeting, though you could tell Jemma was holding herself back – as soon as Coulson dismissed you, she was on your tail.

“Y/n? are you feeling okay?” You smiled and nodded,

“Yep, yeah, I’m fine.” May cocked an eyebrow at you as you hurried away from them both.

You hid back in your room, head in your hands. Being sick always made it even harder to not slip, and everything was becoming so overwhelming. The tears just wouldn’t stop.

Slowly, your thumb slipped into your mouth and your hands found your teddy buried beneath your blankets. Rocking yourself gently, you stopped fighting the urge to slip.

Unfortunately, that was when one Melinda May decided to enter your room.

“L/N?”

Your head whipped around to meet your superior officer’s gaze. There had been so many times where May had almost caught you regressed. She was much too observant for anyone in the team to hide anything for too long.

May’s eyes softened as she took in your state,

“Y/N, you’re sick.”

“’M fine.” You mumbled around your thumb.

Slowly, May made her way over to you and placed a gentle hand on your forehead.

“You’re not fine, you’re burning up.”

Your lip trembled as you tried to hold back tears, you truly did just feel so dreadful.

“Hurts” you say as your tears slip out. May softens once more as she wordlessly pulls you into her strong arms.

“Shh” May starts gently combing your hair back as she rocks you both back and forth, continuing your motions from earlier.

“How about we go see Jemma?” You stiffen, you didn’t want the others seeing you little.

“No mama” May composed herself, glad you were finally trusting her with this after so long of watching you hide it. She tried to allow you to come to her with it when you were comfortable, but it seems as though this illness has made the decision for you.

May shushed you softly, “You’re sick, y/n. Do you want to feel better?” You nod against her chest. “Well, I think that a visit to Jemma is in order then, hm?”

You sigh, teddy clutched in your arms. “Jemma here?”, May understands and nods, pulling her phone out to call Dr. Simmons, while also sending a quick text after letting her know of your regressed state. The privacy ship had sailed, and she wanted Simmons to be prepared as to not upset you further.

“Knock knock, just me.” Jemma entered, you curled further in May, refusing to let her go.

“Hi, y/n. May said you weren’t feeling too well?” Jemma knelt in front of you, being very careful not to startle you.

“Y/n, can Jemma give you a check-up? So, we can help you feel better?”

“Mama stay?” May gave a warning glare to Simmons before responding,

“Mama’s right here, honey. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jemma took that as the okay and got out the thermometer, slipping it in your mouth after May took out your thumb.

“Hm, it’s at 102. I can probably try to just get it down with fever reducers and a cool cloth for now. But we’ll have to keep an eye on it, I don’t want it getting above 103.” May nodded at Jemma’s words, brushing a loving hand over your warm face.

You cooperated as Simmons checked your throat and ears but started to whine as she felt around with the cold stethoscope.

“Oh, I know sweet girl, I’m almost done.” Jemma cooed. May rubbed your back as you tried to move away.

“There we go, all done darling. You did so good! I’m going to give you some medicine and we’ll get you feeling better lickety-split!” Jemma said making you giggle.

“Well done y/n, Mama’s proud of you.”

Through some coaxing, you took your medicine and laid your head on Melinda’s chest for a nap. Jemma left the two of you to it, promising to keep everyone away and letting May know she’d be around if she needed her.

It wasn’t too long before the slightest of stirs alerted May that something wasn’t quite right. Your mumbles were incoherent as you woke up, tears starting as you tried to fight through the post-nap confusion.

“Hey, shh, shh” As May pushed the hair off your face, she felt how much warmer you’d become.

“Simmons, we need you down here, now.” She didn’t bother texting, just praying that Jemma had her comms in.

You cried and cried, everything hurt, and it was overwhelming. Nothing made sense and you were freezing cold, but Mama kept taking your blankets away. Why! Doesn’t mama know how freezing you are? Why is she doing that? Why is she looking worried and oh, why is Jemma here now too? She looks worried too, but less than Mama so it must be okay, right?

“Open up sweetheart.” Jemma slipped the thermometer in your mouth again, she frowned at Mama when she took it out.

“It’s climbing, 103.9 now. Do you know if yours or Coulson’s rooms have a bath?”

“Mine does.” Jemma nodded,

“Alright little bee, we’re going to go to May’s room now, alright? Just to have a little bath to cool you down.”

The two women tried their best to placate you before moving you, but you were just so sad. Being sick really sucked.

“Hey Simmons, whats – oh, Y/N? May? What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Daisy rounded the corner just before the three of you got to May’s room.

Jemma gave May a look to let her know she’ll deal with it as May tried to comfort you.

“Hey, hey shhh. Mama’s here. Daisy won’t be anything but supportive, don’t you worry.”

“Right! Shall we run that bath sweetpea?” Jemma turns to the bathroom, guiding you as she whispers that everything was fine with Daisy, that she was more concerned and eager to help than anything.

“Noo! Cold, cold!” you wailed as you wet set in the lukewarm water. You cried and cried as both May and Simmons tried to explain what was happening.

“Sweetheart, we have to do this to help your fever come down. I’m sorry little bee, it’s going to be okay.” Jemma soothed as May brushed your hair back to help you relax.

“Mama m tired. Jemma? I seep?”

“Oh honey, soon, okay? Promise.”

“Mama’s right here, okay? I’m right here, we’re going to get you all dry and comfortable and we can cuddle in Mama’s bed soon, alright?” You nodded as Jemma put the thermometer in your mouth again.

She smiled, “It’s 102, still not great, but it’s coming down. I think we can hop out of the bath sweet one.”

Jemma left and let Mama get you dressed. Leading you over to her bed she sat behind you humming and began to brush and braid your hair back, feeling you grow heavier as you tried to fight sleep.

Melinda pressed at kiss to your head as she put the brush down, “Come here baby, lay on Mama’s chest and rest.”

With Mama’s fingers tracing patterns on your back, you let yourself drift off to sleep.

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