Her life crumbled when her fathers life was shortened.
She left the world of reality and created her own. This universe may not be all unicorns and rainbows but this is where she lives. In Dreamur's Reality.
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— ⚡️☔️☀️
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻
Dreamur and Caresha all sat around Clover as she laid on her stomach. Dreamur had practiced tummy time with Clover for the last few days and she was doing good. She didn't cry, she smiled and flopped her chunky arms. Clover wasn't over weight but her chunkiness was too cute not to adore.
"Look at my baby." Caresha gasped, recording. Dreamur was recording too. She was so proud of how much progress she was making. Her caregivers at school were encouraging her also. Clover was accomplishing her easiest test, positively.
"Good girl, mama." Dreamur praised, as she clapped. She had her tripod set up so she didn't have to hold it. Clover screamed, and flapped her arms in excitement.
"We need get her into swimming. She has to learn how to swim." Caresha mentioned, and Dreamur definitely thought that was a good idea.
"Most definitely. I'll check into it. That way I can save to pay for her classes." Dreamur cooed, kissing her daughter after picking her up. "You did such a good job, lemon." Dreamur smiled, kissing her all over, causing Clover to scream in excitement and scratch at her face but she was trying to hold on to Dreamur's cheeks. Her saliva getting all over.
"Are you trying to kiss me? Huh?" Clover squealed, clasping her hands. Her gums were exposed, she was so happy and that made her mother grandmother elated.
After tummy time, Dreamur was fed, changed, and laid down for a nap. Dreamur finished off her makeup in the mirror, and scented her skin with her favorite perfume. She wore a pink tracksuit, and her hair was pulled back into two space buns. They were loose but the style was still cute. Her hair was freshly dyed, the color made her skin glow. Her edges were snatched, swooped to the gods.
"Dreamur, you ready?" Caresha called to her.
"Yes I'm coming mommy." Dreamur called back, she grabbed her purse and was headed out. She kissed her daughter and told her that she loved her while she slept. When Dreamur came down her ratchet grandmother was sitting on the couch. She watched her every move as she came down. The weird action affected Dreamur but she couldn't let it show.
"Well don't you look nice?" Her grandmother, complimented. "Took you long enough. Your mother has been waiting for the last thirteen minutes." She huffed, sarcastically.
"Well maybe you should've came up there to help me change a blowout, and clothes for your grand daughter and I wouldn't have taken so long." Dreamur argued, standing close to her grandma.
"Watch it little girl and why is your stomach out? You need to go change, I don't like this." She motioned with her hand, referring to her Dreamur's outfit.
