Snippets And Conversations

Migraine

"Honey, I'll be right in the other room if you need me, okay?"

Enid groaned in response, putting her pillow over her head. Closing the door behind her, Marilyn went into the living room. She found a much less grumpy Wednesday back at it again, nursing in Weems' lap.

"I feel bad for her, Mary." Larissa rubbed circles into Wednesday's back, preparing to unlatch her again. The goth knew what was coming and nipped the breast in response, "Ouch Weds, no biting."

"Does she bite often?" Marilyn asked as she sat on the chair next to the sofa. Weems sighed and nodded, unlatching the girl quickly. "That must be annoying."

"Addams are mixed with a lot of creatures, so it's to be assumed it may be innate."

"To bite?" Thornhill paled, "Geez and I thought Enid biting my hand was bad when she's in baby mode."

Larissa shrugged, buttoning up her blouse, "You get used to it. Can't do much about the teeth."

"So... How long till Enid feels better?"

"It depends, sometimes it could be a few hours or a few days. Did she have a hard drop?" Larissa asked as she cleaned up Wednesday's mouth with a napkin.

"Unfortunately, yes. Esther decided to make a visit to her brothers last week and found her on the way to lessons." Marilyn explained, "I found her curled up in the hall with Yoko holding her."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware she was coming to the school." Weems apologized. "How long was she in headspace for?"

"Only two days, then she was back to being her normal self."

"Can I kill her?" Wednesday looked up at Weems with a devious smirk. "It would only take a moment-"

"No. No killing." Larissa reprimanded, "Maiming too."

"No fun." Wednesday crossed her arms, pouting. "Her birth giver is dead to us anyway, so it shouldn't matter."

"Wednesday, no." Sitting Wednesday up in her lap, Weems laid the little over her shoulder and started to gently pat her back. Steering the conversation back on topic, the woman asked, "When did Enid's headache start?"

"She came to me maybe an hour ago, complaining that her head hurt. I'm not sure exactly when it started, but it can't have been long before. She has a terrible pain tolerance."

"Poor darling. Perhaps we should give her some painkillers?" When Marilyn nodded, Weems stood up and deposited her own little into the woman's lap. "I'll go and give her some, if that's okay."

Thornhill nodded again, holding Wednesday in her lap. The young girl stared up at her with wide eyes, unblinking.

"Milk?"

"No."

Sighing, the little curled up in the redheads lap, pulling the woman's arms around her.

"So boringgggg." She whined, twirling one of her plaits around her finger. "Why can't I kill Esther?"

"I don't mind." Marilyn whispered, making both of them grin.

"She's sleeping, right now but I got her to take some medicine." Larissa said as she shut the door with a small click. "Do you wanna crack open a bottle?"

"No." Wednesday said, not wanting a bottle.

"Not you, Weds." Marilyn tickled the littles belly, making her laugh. "Sure, Larissa, what's on the menu?"

"Anything in particular that you're in the mood for?" Larissa held up one red and one white wine. "I'm up for whichever."

"Hmm white tonight." Weems pulled out two glasses and opened the bottle with the corkscrew on the stand. "We can't be too loud, Enid is having a rough time, okay?"

Wednesday nodded, putting a finger to her lips. "I be quiet."

Larissa laughed, handing the woman the glass while Wednesday moved. Sitting down on the sofa again, the goth rushed to lay her head in Larissa's lap.

"Comfy, sweetie?" The shapeshifter looked down, taking a sip of her wine. Wednesday rolled over, her face in the woman's belly. "Nap time?"

"Mmhmm."

Marylin smiled fondly, loving the bond the two had. Enid was cuddly, but only when she wanted to be. The wolf girl seems apprehensive about physical touch with her, making the woman glad that Enid made close friends with the goth girl so easily.

"Mama, move." Wednesday shoved her sharp elbows into the shapeshifter, causing her to let out a quiet "oof". The little crawled up into her lap, prodding Weems until the woman laid down against the back of the sofa. Then she snuggled up on her chest with a content sigh, putting her thumb in her mouth and muttering "ni-ni." Marilyn looked at the girl's hand with a curious expression.

"How's she healing up, 'Rissa?"

"Oh, she's doing okay. They took off her cast last week, and she pretended not to be able to feel anything in her fingers. Scared the daylights out of the doctors, but I knew she was pretending."

The shapeshifter sighed, looking at the bundle of Wednesday curled up on her chest. She stroked the littles plaits, earning a contented sigh from the sleepy girl.

"It was tough though, trying to keep it clean. I mean, how many other littles do you know that would try and hide a sausage in their cast? And calling it their "personal mini fridge?"

The redhead giggled at the idea, making Wednesday huff.

Sitting up, Wednesday glared at the two women. Getting off Larissa's lap, she walked to her room where Enid was. "I go nap with 'Nid."

"Wednesday-"

The little already opened and shut the door quietly, slipping into the room.

"Do you think Enid will be okay with her there?" Weems asked, getting ready to drag the girl out with a hand over her mouth.

The red head nodded, "Should be fine, they are both going to nap after all. Maybe she'll feel better with Wednesday near her."

"Maybe..."

Cracking her eyes open, Enid saw a figure towering over her. Gasping, she flinched back almost hitting the wall behind her.

"'Nid? Can I lay with you?"

"Wednesday? Sure..." Enid moved, cringing at the sudden spike of pain in her head, "Am I in your room?"

Wednesday crawled into bed, snuggling up to the blonde. "Mmhm. Mama said you had a headache..."

"Oh." That would explain the throbbing she felt. It was getting better, but moving around still didn't feel good. "Wanna take a nap then?"

Wednesday was already asleep, wrapped around Enid. Sighing she closed her eyes, going back to sleep herself.