[A/N: song is mentioned later]
Shawnee's POV
After Trina and I move all our important stuff into the new place, throwing out or donating the rest, I make some last minute plans to take a few days off around new years as long as I do a bunch of extra hours afterwards. By Christmas, we're staying in our new place and leaving behind the last.
Ohhhh who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
If nautical nonsense be something you wish
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
Then drop on the deck and flip like a fish!
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS
"SpongeBob sqwarepants, SpongeBob sqwarepants, SpongeBob sqwarepants, SpongeBobbb sqwarepantssss," Niquey puts her fingers to her nose and fake whistles before plopping back onto the couch and pulling her koi fish stuffy into her lap.
"You're so good at that Nique." I refer to her fake flute skills. She shyly nods and lays her head on my shoulder, pushing my locs out of the way so that she can feel my skin better beneath my tank top.
"Thanks..." she mumbles and slowly starts hugging me and bringing her hands to her mouth, trying to bite her nails. It's a bad habit she picked up after going into foster care but we're working on that, just like her speech impediments.
"You sure you don't wanna watch a Christmas movie babygirl? There's so many." I ask her while patting and caressing her hair.
"Mhm, I w-w- I lllike it." She struggles to get out but manages beautifully. She stutters more when she tries to fix the her pronunciation.
"Okay... should I check on Trina right now? Or you wanna do it?" I ask her next.
"I gave her tisses but sh-she's still not feewing wight." Niquey replies without stuttering this time but still having trouble with those same letters.
"Okay. I'll be back Nique." I get up and head to our bedroom in our new house. We're doing some sneaky shit so we moved in early and got permission to have Niquey all day like her birthday since the preparations aren't ready yet.
"Hey baby." I walk inside, rubbing her back and leaning down to look at her face that's contorted in pain and nausea. "Still gross?"
Trina sniffles and nods, wiping her nose and eyes from her tearful state. She was nauseous all morning since she tried cooking something new two nights ago at the restaurant where she works and may have gotten food poisoning from it.
She was also with Luisa but Luisa didn't taste test as much as Trina did so she's not feeling sick. But Trina has to take a few days off and stay here while I try to wrap some stuff up. Unfortunately she also had nightmares all night that kept her up screaming and I hate that for her. Those only come around when her birthday is close but we still have a month or so until then.
"You want soup? Think you can stomach it?" I continue rubbing her back and swiping her stray hairs off her forehead.
"No." She frowns and gags before I back up and help her to sit up. "... nothing sounds appetizing. I just want a ginger ale and maybe a fruit or crackers. Can you get it for me? Please?" She leans into the pillows but is no longer on her stomach like she just was.
"Okay. I'll bring Niquey with me, so just call if you really need me." I let her know before stepping away to get Niquey covered to go outside.
"She wants the g-grrreen one?" Niquey asks from her position on my hips. I nod and she grabs two sodas, and a red Gatorade before we go to the other aisle to grab a snack for us to eat later.
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