Snippets And Conversations

Mine.

"No! Mine!"

"You can't latch if this is in the way. I promise I'm not moving it far."

Letting out a strangled cry, the little wrapped all of her limbs around the pillow, clinging to it. She practically growled when Weems so much as moved a finger, making her raise her hands in the air.

"Okay, okay, I won't take your pillow. Our pillow."

"Mine."

Larissa sighed and leaned backwards, tossing her head back and closing her eyes in pretend despair.

"So much milk, and nobody to drink it..." She cracked one eye open, pleased to see that she had Wednesday's attention. "What a shame..."

"My milk."

The little pouted. She hesitantly let go of the pillow with one hand, placing it between Weems' breasts instead. Grinning at her strategies, Larissa continued.

"If only there was a little girl somewhere who wanted milk for breakfast..."

Wednesday narrowed her eyes.

"Want it." She huffed. "My milk, Mama."

Letting go of the pillow, she hesitantly moved it out of the way and looked up at Weems.

"There she is! Get her..." She tickled her lightly making her squeal before Larissa decided it was enough and moved her bra out of the way to let Wednesday drink. "You are such the cutest thing I swear."

Huffing between breaths, Wednesday suckled for a while Larissa looked at her phone, waiting for a text from the red headed teacher.

Soon her own belly rumbled making Wednesday poke it. Larissa smiled at her daughter's antics but she needed to eat soon if she wanted to be ready for guests.

"Hungry , Mama?"

"Mm hmm. It's saying "feed me too." Larissa booped Wednesday's nose as she cleaned her mouth. "Do you wanna sit with me while I eat?"

Wednesday gave her a look before nodding and allowed the woman to pick her up. The pillow flopped between the couch and the wall, making the little forget about it for now.

In the kitchen Weems placed Wednesday in her highchair much to the girl's annoyance. Unfortunately, there was a knock at the door just as she opened the refrigerator. Wednesday perked up, knowing who it was.

"Mama, 'Nid!"

She hit the plastic tray with her hands, kicking her legs excitedly. Her mother sighed slightly at having to delay her breakfast, but knew that she could eat once the girls calmed down.

Picking Wednesday up, Larissa held her on her hip once again as she headed to the front door. She opened it, smirking slightly at finding Marilyn in the same predicament as her, with Enid on her hip.

"Hey! Sorry for the delay..." She bounced the blonde slightly, and for once Enid didn't giggle. "This one just had to take the spoon with her."

Rolling her eyes, she gestured at the wooden utensil clutched in the werewolf's hand. She stepped inside, following Weems to the living room. Larissa didn't miss the way Wednesday's gaze was focused on the spoon.

"Anyway, how's your day going? I guess you just woke up, but still?"

"It's... good!" She coughed slightly, not sure how to explain her predicament. "Wednesday's just a little fussy today."

"M'not."

Marilyn gave a look of doubt but in a playful manner. Placing Enid on the floor, the red head avoided stepping on her hands when she shot out to grab something that was left on the floor near the door.