Summary: You refuse to tell your mommies that you are feeling sick, but that sure can't last for too long.
Requested by Anon: "Maybe 15, 25, and 39 from the fluff prompt list? Maybe little!r isn't feeling well but won't tell wanda or agatha and instead is really clingy and whiny, until they realise when they feel she has a fever."
15. "I'm right here."
25. "You're really warm."
39. "Why are you scared of loving?"
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"Good morning, baby."
Wanda's voice was the first thing you heard before slowly opening your eyes, closing them immediately when the sun's rays hit them.
"What a sleepy bunny we have here," Agatha chuckled when you yawned, stroking your hair, still spooning you, "but it's time to get out of bed."
Get out of bed. Yeah, you didn't want to do that.
Your mommies' cuddles were too warm, as was the blanket, and you were too cold. Your head ached and you just wanted to go back to sleep. So when Wanda pulled the blanket down, you whined loud, pressing yourself against her chest.
"Come on Y/N, it's breakfast time," mama Wanda brushed your hair out of your face, "I promise to cook your favorite if you're a good girl."
You pouted but sat up in bed, eliciting a smile from the two witches beside you, who soon kissed you on each cheek. But then they got up and you felt the cold that made your body ache, so when they turned around expecting you to get up too, you made grabby hands to mommy Agatha, whining once more.
"Oh, so we're very little today, uh?" She said before lifting you into her arms, holding your butt and your back, letting you wrap your legs around her waist and sink your head into her neck.
You almost fell asleep again as she slowly rocked you, but then mama called your name and you realized what she had in her hand. The purple pacifier mommy had chosen was mere inches from your face and Wanda shook it lightly, "say 'ah' to mama."
"Aaah," you opened your mouth and she slid the pacifier into it, giggling when you sighed before starting to suck on the pacifier.
"Good girl, Y/N," mama praised you.
You remained on mommy's arms as she sat in the kitchen chair, the pacifier soothing you but not enough to keep your stomach from churning at the smell of breakfast.
Little you was feeling more and more frustrated about being sick, wanting to cry for your mommies, but a small part of big you was holding you back. They already had a huge job taking care of you everytime you regressed, you didn't want them to have to deal with your illness too.
You could hang on until you're big again and then deal with it yourself.
This was a solid plan until the plate of grilled cheese was placed on the table. You tried to disentangle yourself from Agatha's arms, who frowned as she wrapped her arms around your waist, preventing you from getting up.
