Baby Jena and Jisoo OneShot
Prompt: Toddler Jena and Jisoo are home alone when Jisoo has a panic attack.
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"I can't believe we made both pancakes and waffles." Jisoo shook her head.
"It's not my fault your plebeian taste buds enjoy overly soggy pillows of dough." Jennie sniffed airily, her arms sliding around Jisoo's waist from behind, kissing her shoulder.
"You weren't complaining about these plebeian taste buds last night, during dessert." Jisoo smirked, Jennie's hands sliding to cup her ass underneath the boyshorts she was wearing, drawing a yelp from the brunette.
"Food?" Jena asked from her high chair, chubby fists clutching mini utensils. Her hair was pulled into braids, and she was the spitting image of Jennie as a toddler.
"Working on it, baby girl." Jisoo smiled, winking at Jena as she flipped the pancakes. "Seriously, I can't believe we made both."
"You're right." Jennie gasped, dramatically resting her hand against her brow. "How ever will we afford it?"
"Well, at least we can find out what the chubster likes best." Jisoo rolled her eyes at her wife's antics.
Jennie moved over to the waffle iron, prying two perfectly golden waffles from its grip, sliding them onto a plate.
She grabbed the syrup and the butter, moving over to where Jena and Jisoo were at the table, sitting beside them with a smile.
"Alright Jena." Jennie got her daughter's attention fairly easily, the girl's eyes wide and excited for breakfast. "You can have both, but you have to choose a favorite." Jennie began, talking a bit slower, so Jena could follow without delay.
"Oh my god, Jennie." Jisoo smirked. "Insecure, much?"
Jennie smiled back, showing Jena both plates. "Okay, Jena. Waffles? Or Pancakes?"
Jena blinked, immediately lighting up at the sight of the waffles. "Wafful." She pronounced awkwardly, smiling proudly, as if she'd just spent an hour cooking the plate.
Jennie grinned. "Hah. See? I told you." Jennie turned to Jisoo.
Jisoo couldn't even try to be a sore loser, as she watched Jennie cut the waffles into bite sized pieces for Jena to stab with her fork.
"Okay, Jena, why?" Jisoo clarified.
Jena looked at her thoughtfully. "Why?" She echoed, confused.
"Why waffles? Why not pancakes?" Jisoo asked.
Jena pointed to the dish of waffles. "Cubbies!" she exclaimed, pointing to the squares. "For butter!" (it came out as "budder", and both Jisoo and Jennie noticed with hidden smiles).
"Cubbies?" Jennie repeated, confused.
Jisoo smiled. "She's right. They look like the little boxes the kids at the daycare store their things in. They call them cubbies."
Jennie blinked. "Ah." She handed the plate over to Jena, kissing her head.
"You wouldn't know, I think your daycare was too fancy." Jisoo teased.
Jennie smirked. "We left our belongings in the limo." She teased back, turning to face Jisoo fully, Jena happily munching on her waffle.
"Butter?" Jisoo asked, moving to add some to her pancakes.
"I shouldn't." Jennie repeated her mantra, reaching for it nonetheless.
"My professional athlete wife feels guilty about buttered waffles." Jisoo hummed aloud. "What are the rest of us mere mortals to do?"
