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* ˚ ✦ day n°13 : natasha getting ready for yn's first christmas

when a child is born - johnny mathis
2:33 ───〇─── 3:43
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warning teeth rotting fluff
age a few weeks old

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Natasha sat at the kitchen island with tea in her hands, watching the baby monitor intensely. She just wanted you to wake up simply because she was bored and she missed you despite the fact that she put you down just a handful of hours before. But she was also excited. She made plans and was very eager to get started with her day. She wanted to go shopping for new ornaments, a few Christmas outfits for you, and was meeting her family for lunch.

She was broken out of her thoughts by little cries coming from your nursery, and she hurried upstairs. "Mama's coming my darling, mama is coming." She said as if you could hear her from the stairs or even understand what she's saying.

She walked in the room and immediately made a beeline for your crib. She watched as you wiggled around in your swaddled, looking cosy and just about to doze off again.

"Oh hello pretty girl." You perked up at Natasha's voice and immediately started to whine again. She picked you out of the crib and rested you against her shoulder. Natasha loved holding you in her arms, it kept her sane knowing that you were safe and sound in that precise moment. Good thing you liked being held.

When you had enough, you let her know, and she went on to change you. She could watch you stir and stretch after undoing the swaddle for days, it wasn't very entertaining, but it was cute as fuck. She undid the zipper of your onesie and after that you didn't stop crying in discomfort as the cold air hit your little body until Natasha redressed you completely. "There we go, you're all clean now. I know, mama was so mean for wanting to change you and keep you clean. I'm so mean."

She kissed the pout you had on your face as the last tears dropped from your eyes, and before you knew it you were back in her arms. You had a busy day ahead after all and Natasha didn't want to waste any more time. She heated up a bottle, and you just watched around the kitchen as you had nothing else to do.

"We're going Christmas shopping! Are you excited?" She bounced you in her arms, but you were just clueless. "You just have no clue of what is going on and that makes it even cuter."

You drank from the bottle as Natasha just sat down and watched a random program on the TV. She replied to a few texts to confirm her plans for lunch. This atmosphere gave her peace. She didn't need much, just this.

You just laid in her arms, staring up at her as she stared back at you. She occasionally stroke your cheek with her free hand which you seemed to love. She then moves you to lay you on her chest with your head on her shoulder. She moved her hand up and down your back in an attempt to burp you. "Good job my love." She praised you once you burped, pressing a soft kiss on your little chubby cheek.

The only thing left to do was to check the diaper bag and get you in the car, and you were all good to go. Natasha was glad she was already ready because she was already late for lunch. She swiftly placed you in your car seat which you didn't seem to mind as you fell asleep as she buckled you in and tucked you under a blanket. She grabbed a couple of diapers for the diaper bag, checked if she had her keys and wallet before grabbing you, and you were out the door.

The drive went smoothly. You didn't wake up despite the bump on the road and the many people who honk for everything and for nothing. Maybe she should keep that mind mind.