Too Little

Fake drop

Prompt: Enid pretending to drop because she wants to see what Wednesday will do
CGWednesday/LittleEnid
Little age: teenager

The window shuttered as wind pound against it, every single tree outside half bent over with the raging storm.

To be honest, storms didn't bug Enid much, but from memories when she was little she knew at some points she did. Maybe that's what struck her with this idea. Either way, it lead her to this search.

She knew Wednesday kept her pacis for the most part, but she was positive she had to have something on her side.

Lifting up her pillow, she found her Hello Kitty paci, stuffing it into her mouth. Now what...

"Enid, what are you doing?" Wednesday asked, closing the door behind her. Her fencing class had ended early when a branch had flown through the window, effectively getting glass everywhere.

Enid froze. She had at least thought she would have time to plan this before hand. What did she normally do when little...she gripped the dresser in thought. Wait.

With a small huff she fell onto her bottom, pretending to have lost her balance. Babies couldn't walk.

"Woah!" Wednesday was at her side in seconds, looking her over for injury's. "You are small today, hm?"

Did she awnser things with words at a non walking age? She cooed lightly, clapping the same way she had seen her little cousins do constantly.

"Aww, are you clapping? Can you clap again for me?" Wednesday laughed, kneeling down next to her.

"Cap!" She hit her hands together again, laughing. The paci fell from her mouth, landing on the floor and rolling away.

Wednesday gripped under her shoulders, picking her up with surprising strength and continuing her praise as she carried her to the bathroom.

"Should we get a nappy on you, darling?"

Absolutely not. She arched away from her, trying to get out of Wednesday's grasp. "Mmm!"

"I'm not letting you have an accident, Enid," Wednesday held her tighter, practically wrestling her into the bathroom at this point.

Finally giving up, Enid let herself be placed down on the changing table. She had never expected this to be the outcome, all she had wanted were some snuggles...

"Okay, let's get these pants off, can you lift that little butt for me?" She gripped Enid's legs, managing to slide down her pants and slip a nappy under her quickly enough for it to only be minimally embarrassing. "Should we change you into a sleep sack? It's getting pretty late and I know you like to sleep during storms."

"Ak! S. Ak!"

Wednesday pulled her shirt off, taking the cloud print sleep sack from beside her and helping Enid into it.

"Let's get you in your crib so Mama can do homework, okay?"

"Nuh!" She pouted, letting fake crocodile tears roll from her eyes. She did not just get that done to her to be placed in a crib and ignored. "UG!"

"I don't know what you are trying to say, love."

"Nug. Snug!"

"Snuggle?" Wednesday asked, picking her up and bringing her over to her bed. "Do you want some snuggles with me?"

Just then, a loud bang of thunder struck, making Enid jump even in her older mindset. Her hands flew into Wednesday's. "Oud!"

"Aw, it is loud, isn't it." The bed creaked as Wednesday lay next to her, pulling her onto her chest.

This was more like it. Enid wrapped her hand around the hem of Wednesday's shirt, closing her eyes and basking in the warmth she didn't normally get to experience when big.

"You know you could have just asked, Enid," Wednesday hummed, still stroking her hair. "I would have said yes."

"M?"

"Pretend to be little for snuggles."

Shit. How did she even figure that out? "How did you know," Enid grumbled, pressing her face deeper into Wednesday's neck.

"Oh please, you're a little chatterbox no matter what age, you dropped to two monthes once and still blabbed my ear off. Plus, you've never been like that when I'm changing you."

"Ugh, you know me too well."

"It's my job, Enid."

"Stupid job."

"If you don't stop I'm putting you in a time out like I do when you are actually little, miss sassy pants."

"Fuck you."

"Language!"