moma nat images!

my little rockstar

when y/n is 9

'Mama, Mama look' you say excitedly to Nat

'what is it my baby' she called out for you

'I did it I hit the target!!!!' You screamed happily

you were practicing your knife throwing into the targets and after so many tries you finally hit bullseye. Nat walked over to you with grins from ear to ear and picked you up and swirled you around.

'I'm so proud of you dekta' she said proudly

'I cant believe it did it mama' you says as you wrap your arms around your moms neck

'I knew you could baby , you know why?' She questioned

'why?'

'Because your my little rockstar' she gleamed

you hugged her even tighter. You loved being her little rockstar.

when y/n is 10

You were playing outside with groot and lila. It was your turn to hide whilst they both tried to find you.

'7..

'8..

'9..

'10..

'Ready or not here we come' they both squealed

you have plunged yourself up the highest tree. You thought you could hide from them. But turns out groot knows his trees. You weren't too high up but it was high enough for you.

'Found you!!' They both said excitedly

'Hey no fair groot cheated!' You whined

'no I didn't' he argued

'right enough you two , come down y/n before you fall and it's your turn to count' Lila said

'I'm coming I'm comi-ahhhhh' you screamed

you misplaced your foot whilst trying to get down and ended up slipping and falling to the ground.

Well that hurt like a bitch.

'Quick groot go and get Nat' Lila shouted

'Y/n are you okay' Lila asked

'Yeh my back just kills' I whine

'You will be fine we've gone to get your mama she'll be here soon' she reassures

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'OMG Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?!?' your mom questioned

'yeh mama in fi-' she cut you off

'WHAT WERE YOU THINKING HUH, YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY INJURED DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS' she shouted.

'I'm sorry I'm sorry we were just playing hide and seek and I slipped on a piece of bark' I reason

Her face drops to a soft look and embraced me in a hug.

'dont worry your Little Rock is okay' you teased

'Of course, your my little rockstar' she hums

when y/n is age 11

'urggg this makes no sense' I whine as I do my math homework in the kitchen

'I hate math!!' I shout

everyone looks up with a confused look.

'What's wrong dekta' your mom says softly

'I don't get it I can't do it' I say frustrated with my head in my hands