Snippets And Conversations

Under the Influence

When Weems realised that her little was still sitting, she walked over to her, picking her up. "Come on, darling girl. Mama feels yucky too."

Wednesday leaned back afraid that meant what she meant. Larissa laughed as she watched the girl squirm in her hold.

"It's okay, I don't feel sick, yucky. I feel gross yucky." Larissa explained as she moved them to the bathroom. Wednesday squinting when the light turned on. "You do look paler than I agree with..."

Wednesday wrapped her arms around her bare stomach, sitting in only her padding. Weems walked over to the tub, turning it on to a warm temperature.

"Wanna bathe with mama?" Larissa asked the gothic little who shook her head. "Rhetorical question, you need a bath."

Pouting, the little let her mother take off her wet nappy and quickly rinse her with her shower before lowering her into the water. She did the same for herself, sans the nappy of course. When Weems sat down in the tub, a cold body immediately snuggled up to her.

"Are you still feeling icky, sweetheart?"

"Mmm... a bit."

Clucking her tongue, Larissa readjusted Wednesday in her arms to be able to cradle her. To nobody's surprise, a pair of lips wrapped around her nipple in record time. Rolling her eyes, the caregiver murmured,

"Is that the best idea right now? It might not be good for your tummy, darling."

Wednesday gave her mother a look that clearly said "Don't care, want milk". She suckled for a while, slowly drawing mouthfuls of milk as she stared up at her caregiver.

Weems leaned her head against the tile, going over her night in her head. She knew she was still a bit intoxicated, but the effects were winding down. Very shortly after that thought, the woman's blue eyes shot open as she quickly unlatched Wednesday from her.

"Wh-"

"Oh my god- No wonder you're sick, you're drunk." Weems panicked slightly, unsure of how she felt about this revelation. "We'll just finish cleaning up, and get you back to sleep, yeah?"

Wednesday sniffed, before tears broke loose. She didn't know why she was pulled away, but she was not happy. Did she do something to upset her? She didn't know but was unhappy nonetheless.

"I know, baby. Listen, in the morning when we wake up, I'll let you have all the milk you want, but right now it's not healthy."

Wednesday just cried harder, making the bathroom ring for a few seconds before she was pulled into a hug. Weems shushed her while laying in the bath. She resolved to clean herself and Wednesday then go back to bed.

Grabbing the softest washcloth she owned, the shapeshifter gently scrubbed her little as she continued to fuss. Then she cleaned herself, rinsing the two of them off and standing up. She wrapped Wednesday in a towel, prioritising the little before herself.

"Cold." Her daughter whined, shivering on the spot, tears running down her cheeks. "Bed."

"I know, baby. Let's just dry you off and then we'll pop you back in bed."

Tears ran down Wednesday's cheeks as she was quickly dried and taken to the nursery. Larissa put her in a clean nappy and some simple black and white striped pyjamas, giving her a pacifier to fulfil her need for oral stimulation. It wasn't what she wanted, but it would have to do.

Bundling the fussing girl into bed, she dressed herself before sliding under the duvet next to Wednesday.

Turning to face here, Larissa placed her forehead against the sniffling little's. "I'm sorry, darling. Mama wasn't trying to make you upset..."