My Name Is Evie

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*Evie's P.O.V*

I snuggle deeper into the bed I'm laying on, not wanting to move since I'm just so comfortable. A hand pats my bottom, making me whine as I try to push myself deeper into bed and further away from the hand. Especially when said hand tries to check my pull up.

"Evie," Mama says, the bed rumbling underneath me when she speaks. I blink my eyes open, glancing up to see that I am in fact laying on Mama. I squeak in surprise, turning my head away as I try to hide from her knowing look. She doesn't let me though, seeing as I am still laying on her and haven't even attempted to get up.

"What do you think you are doing little miss?" Mama asks as I do the only logical thing and try to creep off of her so that I can go hide and sleep.

"S'eep," I murmur, whining when Mama removes some of the strands of hair that were sticking to my face from the sweat. I didn't normally sweat, I wasn't super active in my sleep or anything so it was strange that I was sweating now all of a sudden. I wouldn't tell Mama that though, just so I could have my plans of sleeping longer.

"You've slept long enough, you don't need to sleep anymore silly girl," Mama says as she pulls me close, tapping my nose with her finger. I fake growl at her, wanting her to act like I was scary which she obliges by acting shocked.

"My baby just growled at me! Oh whatever shall I do," Mama says dramatically as she pretends to look around, wiping away fake tears. I giggle slightly, collapsing into her as she pats my bottom.

"Now enough with this, I think we should get you changed," Mama informs me, making me for real growl since I didn't need to change. I was comfortable with what I was wearing and she couldn't make me change at all.

"No," I mumble, burying my face into her chest. I struggle against her when she tries to gently pry me off of her, upset that she wouldn't let me just cuddle her like I wanted to. I nip at one of her fingers when it gets a bit too close to my face.

"Evie, that is enough! Your pull up is soaked, you need a change," Mama says, making no effort to be quiet like one should be when discussing such embarrassing things. I whine at her for saying that, knowing that someone had probably heard her even if we were alone in her room.

"Mama mean, never cuddling again," I mutter, still too embarrassed to look at her. I let her lift me up, refusing to look at her as Mama carries me into the bathroom.

"Do you want to do it yourself or do you want Mama to help?" Mama asks which is a stupid question because I obviously don't want her help! I wanted to do everything on my own, without her help or anyone else's help for that matter.

"Evie do it," I say, trying to get her to leave. Mama smiles at me, cooing softly as she smooths my hair back.

"Alright darling, you are my big girl after all so I believe you," Mama says, making me puff out with pride that she saw me as a big girl. Mama leaves me alone in the bathroom, shutting the door almost all the way but leaving it cracked so I could open it easier when I was done. She had started doing that after I had accidentally locked myself in her room, unable to use my full body strength when I was feeling extra little nor able to shadow travel to her. I had ended up throwing such a fit that Cass had come and rescued me.

I slide my wet pullup off, throwing it away before I wipe myself clean. I'm very careful about that since apparently I can still get rashes even as a dead but alive person. It made no sense to me but I did not want to repeat the one time I had managed to get an itty bitty rash and it hadn't gone away for weeks. It had been so painful to walk that I had just shadow traveled everywhere.

I finish cleaning myself up, sliding on a new pull up. This one had ghosts on it. Mama insisted I get cute ones instead of the plain boring white ones. She had helped me pick out the ones I wanted and made sure that I never ran out of them.

I shadow travel up to the sink, sitting on the counter and washing my hands. I wished Mama wasn't so tall sometimes, it made it a pain to do normal things like washing my hands. Maybe if she was shorter then I wouldn't have to shadow travel so much.

I leave the bathroom, struggling with the door for a moment before I return to Mama. She's sitting at her vanity, on the phone with Mother Miranda from the sounds of it. I whine, rubbing my head against her leg as I wait for her to pick me up.

"In a moment darling, Mama has her hands full," Mama says, making me whine. I throw myself down on the floor, crossing my arms over my chest as I kick the ground. I wanted cuddles now! I was more important than some stupid bird lady! I was, I was, I was!

My fit is stopped by Mama picking me up by the back of my dress, hauling me like a scruffed kitten onto her lap. I snuggle into her, feeling her hand comb through my hair. Her hand stops after a moment, touching my forehead which makes no sense since she was supposed to be combing through my hair.

"Evie, you feel awfully warm," Mama says, hanging up on Mother Miranda without another word, looking down at me with concern. I whine at her, not sure why she thought that. I just felt a little hot, that was all. There was no need to be concerned though! Sure I felt hot and my throat felt icky and it tasted like blood was constantly in my mouth but that was normal...right?