Lilies - Grell Sutcliff Songfic

Life With Poppy & Sorrel Omake 2

| Teething |

Grell groaned a little as she sat up, hearing Poppy start to whimper in the next room. She could tell their cries apart fairly easily. Hers almost always started out with little hics and whimpers before turning into earnest wails, whereas Sorrel's was like a dramatic crescendo in volume that repeated.

"I've got her," she reassured when Y/N started to stir, "You got them last time."

Half-awake, slurring a bit, the smaller woman struggled to lift her head and open her eyes. "Are... You sure?"

"Yes." Giggling, she leaned in to kiss her cheek and gently push her back into bed by the shoulders.

When she immediately fell back asleep, the redhead jumped out of bed and hurried to the kitchen, retrieving a teething toy from the fridge before heading in.

"Nnn..." Poppy was sitting up in her crib, looking like she'd just done so, her tiny fists balled up.

Grell cooed, reaching in to pick her up. "It's alright now, it's alright, mummy's got you."

"!!" The little one gave a few more whimpers and cries, before recognizing that one of her mothers had come to her. She held onto the thin straps of the nightgown she was wearing, leaning in and nuzzling her face into her chest as she took shaky breaths, occasionally coughing.

Bouncing a bit, the tall woman rubbed Poppy's back, kissing her hair that mirrored hers in color. Swaying gently. "Shh... I'm here... I'm here."

So far, Poppy was actually taking teething more poorly. Sorrel had been pretty colicky, but it was starting to improve, even with little painful bumps of first teeth wanting to erupt on his gums. She, however, was very unhappy. Crying much more than she used to.

"My pretty baby girl, please don't cry..." Grell kept patting her back, frowning as she buried her face in her chest more, still making tiny sobs.

Glancing at Sorrel's crib, she saw he was luckily still sleeping, no sign of starting to fuss.

"Let's get your- ow!" She flinched a bit, more started than anything, when she suddenly felt a pinprick of distinct pain on her chest. "What...?"

She gently held her daughter away from her a bit, and quickly realized what had happened. Seeing a tiny little puncture on her dress, with dark red against the lighter shade of the fabric, and a little dot of it on the baby's lips.

"No wonder you're so uncomfortable." Grell used her thumb to lightly pull Poppy's lip up, she had sprouted one sharp front tooth.

Unable to help herself, she started laughing fully, cuddling her close when she started whining again. Quickly giving her the teething ring.

"It's okay, sweetheart, it's okay." She bit her lip, quickly leaving the room so her snickers didn't wake up Sorrel.

Y/N had gotten up by now, sitting sleepily at the dining room table, waiting for coffee and tea to brew. She saw her wife laughing and tilted her head. "What is it?"

"I think we're in for a wild ride with their teething!" Grell grinned, gently shifting Poppy to one arm to present the tiny bite on her chest.

Her eyes widened a bit for a moment, her hand going to her mouth, and then she giggled. "Her teeth are like yours?"

"That's what it looks like," She nodded and took a seat next to her wife, "And she's hungry!"

They had been feeding the twins half formula, half breast milk, both so Grell could be part of it more and because the couple found that around three weeks in Y/N was finding it difficult to make enough to feed both anyhow. Now, as they were getting older, they were attempting to wean them completely onto formula and gradually introduce mashed foods. Fruits and vegetables.