Natasha adopts a teenage girl, Julie. But there is one problem, Natasha sees Julie as her little baby, like literally.
Follow the journey of Julie trying to accept the love from Natasha that comes with being treated like a baby. Can she deal with i...
I'm still too distraught to answer and Natasha picks my naked form up and strides towards the bathroom and puts me down on the cold tiles of the shower. She makes quick work of it, she washes my hair, and cleans my back. She asks me to clean my chest and under my armpits and the rest and I comply. Before I know it, we are sat in the living room again. I'm dressed in my pyjama's, laying on Natasha's chest with my stuffed bunny clutched towards my chest. Natasha gently strokes my back as we watch some kind of Disney film. The stress is finally leaving my body until my eyes slowly start to slip close. The last thing that I notice is Natasha kissing the top of my head and pulling a blanket tighter around us.
Things have been okay in the last week. After my meltdown that night, we went home, to New York and Natasha has been very cuddly. She always wants to cuddle, on the couch during movie night with Yelena, in the morning when she gets me from my bedroom and just snuggle a bit in her bed to slowly wake up. Yelena often joins the cuddle pile and it is actually really nice. So things are pretty relaxed actually. The same rules still apply, making me slightly irritated though, I thought that after following Natasha's without any complaints for a whole week, she might be a bit more lenient. Guess not.
I was laying in my crib, it was around 9 AM I think, seeing the light stream through my closed pink curtains. Suddenly a sharp pain made itself known in my right side of my lower belly, I winched, it coming out of nowhere. I gently messaged my tummy a bit, not really concerned about it though because I felt the pain melting away already. I lie there for a few more minutes until I started to get bored and wanted to do something.
"Natashaaaa!" I yelled through the house without any urgency in my voice. I went silent and listened to any kind of signs that Natasha indeed heard me. I heard the familiar shuffling coming from Natasha's bedroom that she was coming out of her bed and heard a muffled "I'm coming!"
The door from my bedroom opened not long after and Natasha strode in with a big smirk on her face "You called, Malyshka?" still clad in her pyjama's and her hair a wild mess of red curls.
"Yes, I'm boreeeed" I say as I stretched out the last word
Natasha just chuckled and picked me up under my armpits and walked over to the changing table, lied me down and made her way to my closet. She rummaged through my closet for a few minutes until she came back with an all blue outfit. I always thought it was weird, Natasha's style is very edgy and cool for herself, but I always wore very classic girl clothes. Blouses and skirts but often some pants too and my god my clothes were expensive. She always gets them from the most high end brands like Ralph Lauren and way more. She held up the outfit "Do you like blue, malyshka?" Natasha said grinning
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"Yes, I do actually" I chuckled.
She quickly changed my diaper and pulled my clothes on, and after 5 minutes I was dressed.
