Tiny Step's (MDLG Story.) Slow Updates.

Chapter FORTY-EIGHT.

[FORTY-EIGHT ]

(Long Ass Chapter.)

(Time Skip Sunday Afternoon.)

Elena Shaw's (POV)

Today so far has been crazy with a hyper active toddler running around driving me bonkers because she is excited to go and see Mrs. Randle again. Yesterday my poor baby was so out of sorts, but she still had a wonderful time playing with the twins once she slipped but today she is like a toddler tornado. Piper called this morning reminding me of our dinner tonight to meet her wife Lola and their little girl Chloe and since than Esme has been bouncing off the walls. I've had her doing so many activities today so far to distract her but the only thing so far that had calmed her was when Kelly called, and my baby bean was entranced by her Aunties stories of her life of late. We miss her like crazy she has been keeping herself busy with work and I know it is a distraction, but I worry, and she knows. Since I had an hour long talk with her last night about her time and my upcoming work week, but alas all I can do is listen to her and love her. she will come to me when she is ready, I am just glad she has been seeing her therapist and has finally been seeming more alive since all that happened the last few months.

Though it hasn't been that long I hope that after a year she will be more relaxed in her daily life and find some source of peace. I still believe she has a little side, and I can't wait until she finds a mommy, daddy or both who will bring that side of her out. She still blushes like a bright red tomato when I bring it up and I see that spark. I just hope she embraces it and lets herself free to be even more herself. Hearing squealing, I turn from making a snack for my rambunctious toddler and laugh seeing her tangled up in her play slime on the kitchen floor. The poor bean has her hands locked like one of those Chinese finger traps, yet she is giggling her head off as she fights to get the slime all off one hand. I am just glad she is not trying to eat it or get it in her nose like she did this morning, that sent me freaking out as I was getting pink slime out of her nose. All while she fought me whining she wanted to keeps it.

I about peed myself laughing after my panic when she kept giving me the most adorable and precious glaring face she could muster all while she still had slime all over her and some hanging out of her nose after I made her blow several gobs out, how she got so much up there is beyond me. Shaking my head, I finish the snack and set it on the table as I walk up behind her shaking my head. She doesn't notice me yet, so I smirk, clear my throat, and say, "Oh my the slime boogey has taken over my baby beans hands!" she jumps on her bottom and her little legs and arms jump as she squeals and looks up and back seeing me stand over her, at first I think she is going to cry until she squeals clapping her slimy hands together giggling out, "M-MOMMA!"

Chuckling I lean down and kiss her forehead than nose before leaning back up saying, "Hi precious baby girl." She blushes and giggles making grabby hands as I walk around her an I sigh shaking my hand saying, "Now is my baby going to get momma all slimy again or can I get you up and cleaned without having to change my clothes again hmm..." She just tilts her head and smiles that smile making me groan which causes her to burst into fits of giggles as she reaches for me more. shaking my head, I pick her up and yup the moment she is in my arms she smears the slime all down my shirt and thank heavens it is not white.

She just keeps giggling her head off and I smile loving every moment of her care free sides even when she is sometimes a little demon. Kiss attacking her face I pat her bottom and she lays her head on my shoulder as I make our way up to her nursery bathroom. The moment we are there I start stripping her clothes off than my shirt before washing her hands, arms and face off. Which she still despises in any headspace, once done she whines and cuddles into my shoulder and neck as I pat her diapered bottom saying, "Oh, momma knows you little munchkin, but you're ok." She rubs her cheek against my skin, and I smile making our way back to the kitchen and set her in her highchair, making sure she is buckled, and I put the table on. She smacks her hands on the table top and I smile saying, "Does someone want her snackies huh, yes she does!" she giggles as I set the apple cubes and caramel in front of her along with some pretzels, the moment they are in reach she squeals and shoves a cube in some caramel than in her mouth.