One Shots SJ & EO x daugther

38 - Sibling part 2 - EO

Lucy is 7/8 | Lizziexdaughter (part 1 was posted a while back :) )

2923 Words :)

TW: none:)

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Lucy POV

I bolt upright in bed—another nightmare. They've been coming more often lately, always the same. The baby is born, and Mama and Daddy don't pay attention to me anymore. I rub my eyes, trying to shake the lingering fear, but the uneasy feeling sticks. I slip out of bed and tiptoe to Mama and Daddy's room, opening the door quietly. They're snuggled up together, snoring softly.

I don't want to wake them up, but I also don't want to be alone. Carefully, I climb onto the bed and sit by Mama's feet, clutching my plushie. I stare at her, tracing her familiar features. I look just like Mama. Her belly is big now, and she says the baby will be here soon. I'm excited to meet my new sibling, but part of me is nervous, too. I love them already, but what if things change?

Mama stirs a little, her face peaceful in the moonlight. I sit quietly, holding my plushie tighter, my thoughts wandering back to the nightmare. What if everything changes after the baby is born? What if they really forget about me?

"Lucy, bubs?" Mama's gentle voice breaks through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I meet her eyes, but the nightmare rushes back, and before I can stop myself, I let out a small sob. Tears spill down my cheeks.

"Oh, baby, come here," Mama says, sitting up and opening her arms. I crawl over to her, burying myself in her warmth. She holds me tight, whispering soothing words, her hand rubbing my back. I jump a little when I feel a third hand on my back, but then I realize it's Daddy. He's awake now, his eyes full of concern.

"Mama, I had a nightmare," I whisper between sobs.

Daddy presses a kiss to my head before getting up. "I'll get her some warm milk," he says softly. I watch him leave, feeling a little better already just from their presence.

Mama wipes my tears away. "What was it about this time, sweetie?"

I hesitate for a moment, but Mama's gentle eyes encourage me. "It was like before... but worse. The baby was born, and you and Daddy didn't pay attention to me anymore. I dropped a glass of water, and you yelled at me, Mama. You never yell at me. I got scared and stepped on the glass, but you wouldn't help me. I had to clean it up myself, and you never came to put me to bed."

Mama pulls me closer, holding me so tightly I can hear her heartbeat. "Oh, Lucy," she whispers, "that's never going to happen. I promise. I will always have time for you, always pay attention to you. And I will never yell at you. Neither will Daddy. You're my baby, no matter what."

Just then, Daddy comes back with a cup of warm milk. "Here you go, Luce," he says, handing it to me. I take a small sip, feeling the warmth spread through me.

"Thank you, Daddy," I say, my voice a little steadier now.

Mama strokes my hair. "Do you feel a little better, sweetie?"

I nod, finishing my milk. But instead of climbing back to my room, I stay between them, thinking for a second. "Dad, can you lie down?" He looks a bit confused but does it anyway.

I smile and crawl onto his chest, then look at Mama. "Mama, can you lie down close to Daddy?" She does, and I wiggle between them, trying to figure out the best way to cuddle both at once.

"Daddy, can you lie on your side?" I ask. He shifts, and I take his arm, draping it over me while snuggling closer to Mama.

"You wanted to cuddle both of us, huh?" Mama smiles down at me, her fingers playing with my hair.