Goodmorning ?

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Rydel slowly woke up, Ellington still lay sprawled across her, sleeping peacefully. She smiled at his adorableness and kissed his cheek, carefully moving him off her. She wiggled out from underneath him and covered him up again. Ellington stirred but didn't wake up, instead he curled up into a ball and continued to sleep. Rydel carefully opened the door, slipping out and tiptoeing up the stairs carefully. She grabbed some clean clothes and snuck into the bathroom, hoping to shower before Ellington woke up.

Thirty minutes later, Rydel jogged down the stairs, drying her hair with a pink, fluffy towel. She heard loud, scared whining coming from the living room as she walked in. Ellington sat on the couch, still looking half asleep but also looking scared and sad. "Hey Ellybear, what's wrong?" She asked, dropping her towel, concerned when she saw him.

He immediately turned to look at her, the faint traces of a smile appearing on his face. "y-you didnt lweave me!" he half-yelled, suprised and shocked. "I promised you I wouldn't and I won't" she told him softly, sitting down next to him.

He cuddled up to her, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "Are you still tired Ellybear?" she asked him. he slowly shook his head but he seemed tired. She ignored it, not wanting to argue with him. "Are you hungry then?" She questioned but before he had chance to answer, his stomach growled.

she laughed lightly. "I guess that's a yes" she said, standing up and turning the tv on. Ellington looked at her, scared she was leaving him. "Ellybear, I will be back in a few minutes. I'm going to get you food. Watch tv for me." She told him, softly kissing his cheek. He was a little unsure but once he saw the cartoon characters dancing on the TV, he completely forgot about his anxiety and watched it in awe.

Rydel walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle, rinsing it out. She opened the fridge looking for milk. There wasn't any. Suddenly remembering she had used it all last time he needed it, she sighed setting down the bottle. She heard loud whining coming from the living room. "One minute Ellybear" she shouted but before she had chance to think of anything else, Ellington's head apparead around the door. He giggled cutely as he crawled towards her, his chin and T-shirt stained with drool. She smiled widely and kneeled down. He got to her and collapsed on her lap, giggling as she helped him sit up.

"Someone is super giggly today" she said smiling. "Are you ready to meet my brothers?" She asked him. The rest of the Lynchs were going to come around and hopefully help Ellington regain his memory. Ellington nodded, smiling and attempting to pull his socks off.

Remembering that she still had to feed him, Rydel stood up and opened cupboards, looking for something to feed him. Then something caught her eye. Baby food. Riker must have dropped it off for her along with a few other things she had asked him to get. Unfortunately none of those things was milk. She looked at Ellington, who had successfully pulled one sock off and was now desperately trying to pull the other off, and wondered wether he could eat it. Considering she had no other choice, she poured the gloopy goo from the tub labeled "baby food" into a bowl and grabbed the smallest spoon she owned.

After thirty minutes of whining and moaning, Rydel had managed to get Ellington to give her his socks and get him  into a chair which she loosely strapped him into so he couldn't fall out and hurt his fragile body. Rydel was trying to stay calm but it was getting more difficult every minute that he refused to do as he was told.

"Ellybear please, sit still" she moaned softly, pushing his arms and legs down gently. He began to whine impatiently as he lifted his arms up again. Rydel huffed and put the food down. She rubbed her temples gently, trying to remain calm and trying not to cry.

Ellington put his arms down and fiddled with the straps attaching him to the chair, a look of concentration on his face. Rydel saw and took this as an opportunity to attempt to feed him. Lifting up a spoonful of baby food, Rydel clicked her fingers. Ellington looked up, his hands still around the straps, fiddling.

"Open your mouth" she instructed, opening her own mouth so he would copy her. He opened his mouth and as fast as she could, she put the spoon in. "Now swallow" she told him. Unfortunately she had chosen the wrong moment to feed him. Ellingtons face scrunched up and seconds later, he let out a gigantic sneeze, spraying Rydel with baby food from his mouth and nose.

Rydel sighed, wiping babyfood from her face and neck. Ellington was giggling uncontrably which made Rydel smile a bit. "Let's try again shall we" she said but Ellington had other ideas. He kept waving his arms around. "Ellybear please stop doing that so I can feed you" she whined, frustrated. Ellington didn't stop but instead he started to kick his legs again. "Ellybear, stop otherwise we both will be covered in-" Rydel said but before she had chance to finish, the baby food bowl she was holding was kicked up into the air, covering them both in green food gloop. "-baby food"

She sighed and stood up, trying a different approach. "Lets wait until your done before trying again." She mumbled and walked into the living room. As soon as Ellington realised it wasn't a game, he began to sob. "Dwelly! Pwease come back! Im sworry!" he yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks. She heard and slowly returned, wiping a few of her own tears away as well as some baby food. "Im sorry Ellington but im trying really hard. I need you to help me otherwise your gonna have to go back to the hospital" she told him. He looked down when she said hospital, clearly hating the thought of it.

Rydel grabbed a rag, wiping the baby food off her face and arms and then his face and arms. She kissed his cheek softly which made him smile. "Cute smile" she whispered, putting some more baby food into the bowl and sat down again.

"Let's try again" Rydel sighed, raising the spoon and hoping this time would go better than last time. but would it?

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