Her Little Helper

Chapter 7

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-✨Starry✨

*Abigail's POV*

I woke up the next morning feeling more rested than I've ever felt. The sun shone through the window curtains, and I could see the clear blue autumn sky through the gaps in the shades. Before even sitting up my whole body did one big stretch as I yawned. That's how you know you slept well. 

When I sat up, that's when I noticed the details of the bedroom that I was in. It looked like... a child's room? Beside the bed was a bookshelf with dozens of different children's books. And in the corner there was a huge dollhouse with a bunch of different dolls. The walls of the room were a pastel pink with darker pink polka dots. And there was a cute white vanity and dresser next to a closet on the other side of the room.

I looked around in astonishment, still feeling very little like the night before. I jumped out of the bed and ran straight for the dollhouse, giggling as I played. There was a doll that looked kind of like me. Well, it was really only her soft pink hair that was similar to mine but I was still really excited to play with her! 

So engrossed by the dollhouse, I didn't even hear the door open a few feet away. "Good morning, sweetheart!" I heard Savannah's voice say. "I see you found your dollhouse!" I looked up at her, my eyebrows furrowing in somewhat disbelief. 

"My dollhouse?" I asked skeptically. 

"Well, of course your dollhouse, who else would it belong to?" She asked. I thought about it for a moment. Why was it here? This whole room must have been here since I had first arrived at the apartment. Savannah could see the confusion on my face, foreseeing the questions that were looming in my brain. "Sweetie," she continued, "how about we continue this conversation in the kitchen with breakfast. How does pancakes sound?" 

I nodded excitedly at the mention of pancakes. They were my favorite breakfast food. Savannah held her hand out for me and walked me downstairs. The apartment looked so much different during the day. There was so much natural light, it felt almost like walking outside. The high wall-to-wall windows provided a breath-taking view of the city. 

Savannah sat me down on a stool at the kitchen island while she started preparing the pancakes. She also had some crackling bacon on the stove and some fresh fruit. I was starved, and didn't hold back from shoveling the food into my mouth as soon as she put the plate down. 

"Easy there, sweetheart, I don't need you choking on your food first thing in the morning," Savannah said with a chuckle. "Would you like something to drink? There's milk, orange juice, apple juice-," My eyes widened at her third suggestion. I love apple juice. "I think we have a winner," Savannah said with a laugh. 

She walked over to the fridge and pulled out the bottle, then she hesitated for a moment and turned back to look at me. "Abigail, this is totally up to you," she began to say with a hint of caution in her voice, "would you like your juice in a regular cup or in a sippy cup?" I felt my face redden slightly at her question. 

After a moment of contemplation, I looked down to my hands and mumbled very quietly, "Sippy." 

"Sweetie, you have to speak up. What did you say?" Savannah asked, genuinely unable to hear my near-silent response. 

"Sippy," I said a bit louder, face reddening more with a mixture of embarrassment and shame, eyes fixed on my fidgeting hands. 

"Abigail," Savannah responded in a worried tone, making her way over to where I was sitting, "what's the matter, sweetheart?" she asked as she tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I stayed silent, too ashamed to even look at her. "Is it because you want a sippy cup? Lovebug, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I will never judge you or make fun of you, or let anyone else do those things to you for that matter."