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* ˚ ✦ "𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜"

* ˚ ✦ mama's piano

the sleeping beauty, op. 66, aurora's wedding: act iii, no. 12, bluebird pas de deux - evergreen symphony orchestra · kevin galiè
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warning nooooooothing :)
age ten-month-old

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One thing about you, is that you liked being held... especially by your mama. You didn't want to be put down. Like never. You wouldn't tolerate it. If you could spend eternity in Natasha's safe embrace, you would.

Unfortunately for you though, that was not possible. As Natasha was now full time back to work, it was unmanageable to consistently have you in her arms, particularly while teaching.

She'd often set you down in a sort of play pen she kept in the room, so she could keep an eye on you, and you could still see her. It worked perfectly for the both of you and you loved it. The redhead could easily hire a babysitter, or drop you off at daycare, but something about being able to be near you put her mind at ease. You were also easy going and pretty well-behaved, having you around wasn't too much of a distraction even if you demanded her attention from time to time.

This lesson wasn't different from any other... well except that in the rush of correcting one of her student's posture, she set you down, not really paying attention where.

The room was mostly safe for you to wander around as there were no wire on the ground, nothing you could pick up and put in your mouth, plus you had all the girls basically keeping an eye out for you.

"Here baby, stay here while mama helps her students alright? Don't get into trouble my love." She kissed your forehead and left. Naturally, you began to crawl around, because staying put where Natasha set you down was just too boring.

You explored a little bit and spotted Natasha's stuff, and most importantly her bag. Being the little sneaky and curious thing that you were, you made your way towards it. You tipped the bag over and all the content spilled on the ground. Natasha sighed as she watched you giggle and play with her car keys and her sunglasses that barely fit on your head.

"Y/n, I thought I said no causing troubles."

She went up to you and crouched down next to you, picking up some of her things to put back inside her handbag. She left out some things for you to keep you occupied like a little baby book and your favourite stuffed animal but when it came time to take back her keys, you made her task way more complicated than it was supposed to be. "Y/n, my darling, give mama her keys. They're yucky. Look you can have this instead." She waved the pacifier in front of you, and you left the keys fall on the ground.

"Eww." One of the students uttered as Natasha quickly clean the keys and took the glasses off your head. All you did was look up at her innocently, with your doe eyes, unaware of the trouble you were causing as you suckled on the paci. The redhead jut couldn't stay mad, even if she tried.

"Now missy, no more trouble. Am I clear? Mama has a class to teach." She dropped the keys in her bag and hung it on a coat rack, out of your reach.

That wasn't going to stop you though.

Natasha left again to go back to her students while you looked around curiously for something to do. The book was entertaining for two minutes, and your stuffed rabbit was just your comfort item. You whined a little as you watched Natasha focus on her students.

Suddenly, your eyes fell on the piano that was in the corner of the room. That's it.

Natasha didn't play the piano any more. Instead of leaving it at home to collect dust, she decided to keep it at the studio. It was just there for anyone who wanted to play. Sometimes Wanda would play for a game of musical chairs with her younger classes, but other than that it didn't have any use.