Summary: Mommy Agatha decides that she wants her baby back.
Requested by p-nymph: "Reader hasn't been feeling good lately, holding the self back from being little/regressing and even stopped eating for a few days bc it all feels too much. Ofc Aggie notices and tried talking to reader but she just starts crying and holding on to mommy Aggie who then helps her "eat" (feeds her with a bottle)"
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"I'm worried about you," Agatha sighed heavily, gripping your waist and bringing your back against her chest on the bed.
You knew that. And you also knew why. Still, you remained silent and with your eyes closed, pretending to be in a deep sleep.
"I know you're not sleeping Y/N, please talk to me."
You opened your eyes but still didn't face her, tears blurring your vision as you curled up in Agatha's arms, before muttering in a broken voice, "there's nothing to talk about."
"No? So why didn't I see my baby for a week, huh? Me and Scratchy Junior miss her so much..." she whispered in your ear, "and don't think I don't know you're not eating all of your food, I have eyes everywhere in this house, even while I'm trying to steal another witch's powers."
Even though your heart had shrinked in your chest and you had let a few tears fall onto the pillow, you giggled, "You mean Señor Scratchy has eyes and ears everywhere in this house."
"Potato, po-ta-to," she chuckled as well, before resuming her serious yet gentle tone, "you know I'd never get inside your head to read your thoughts, but I can't keep watching you suffering like this without knowing anything, what's going on, Y/N?"
"I-I..." you stammered, wondering how to put into words everything you were feeling, but all that came out was a loud sob and more tears. You turned quickly, throwing yourself into Agatha's arms and letting more sobs shake your body, every single feeling that overwhelmed you all this time showing up at once.
"Oh bunny..." she cooed, stroking your back and your hair as she whispered "shhh" now and then, trying to calm you down.
A few minutes passed, or at least that was how it felt for you, until the tears stopped streaming down your cheeks. Yet your body continued to have slight spasms, making Agatha hold you tight in her embrace.
"You know you're mine, don't you angel? That you're mommy's little girl?" She asked suddenly, making you nod, still with your head nestled in Agatha's neck.
"And you know well that I take care of what's mine, don't you?"
Once again you nodded, letting a little smile slip.
"So next time something like this happens, are you going to tell me? And you're going to let me take care of you now baby?"
"Yes, mommy, I will," you agreed, earning a pat on your hair.
"Good girl," she kissed your forehead and wiped the last of the tears that still wet your cheek with her fingers, "now come here."
In a few seconds Agatha was already sitting with you on her lap, her back leaning against the headboard as she tucked you into her arms. In the blink of an eye, a baby bottle appeared in Agatha's hand that wasn't holding you.
"I need you to be a big girl now and drink your milk for me, okay? We can take it slow, with baby steps, but I don't want you to starve."
Slowly she brought the nipple of the bottle into your mouth, letting you decide when to take it to your lips, finally enjoying the taste of something after so many days depriving yourself from it.
As you drank the warm liquid, your eyes remained fixed on the gentle ones of your mommy, who still cradled and cooed at you now and then.
When the bottle was empty, Agatha took it out of your mouth gently and replaced it with your pacifier, "I'm so proud of you for drinking it all, I have such a good girl, isn't that right?"
She lightly tickled your sides and you let out a baby-ish giggle, blushing and muffed mumbling, "I love you mommy."
"And I love you so much more, my baby," she pecked your pacifier as if it were your lips, making you giggle once again.
