Her baby knight

Chapter 12. Attachment

Katherine: Mama or Mommy
Adira: Ma
Charlotte: Momma
Debra'quin: Mother
Luna: Luna
Star: Star

If you're confused why everyone is a form of mommy much to their surprise Arabella see's almost all of them as a mother type. That means four times the breast feeding !! Anyways enjoy.

* Katherine's POV *

Arabella has been attached to my boob for the last hour and a half. It's adorable and all I've ever wanted. Though I love this moment I have to go be a queen soon so time to get her in the bath and into bed.

Me and the baby get up from where we are sitting. I try to unlatch her but she practically screams and I dare not to pry further.

I definitely do not want to walk into the hallway with my chest out but this child won't let me go. I search around the room and lock eyes with a tiny blanket. I have to admit for a sixteen year old she is very easy to carry. I walk over, grab the blanket, cover myself, and leave the room.

We make it to Arabella's nursery that has a bathroom attached to it. I warm up the tub and finally convince Bella to unlatch. I sit her on the toilet.

As I do I realize that she hasn't gone to the bathroom. In hopes that it won't startle her I pull her pants down and put her back on the toilet. When I do I can hear so much liquid flow into the toilet.

Putting her in diapers will definitely be the right choice. The tub is completely full. I take off the rest of Arabella's clothing and plop her into the tub.

I bought my baby a bunch of bath toys but I want her to stay tired so they won't be going into her bath time today. I take short time washing her up. Just making sure her bum parts aren't smelly.

Once I finished I take her out the bath and dry her off. While I'm doing that she starts whining.
"What's wrong?" She keeps whining and squeezes her legs together.

This kid really needs diapers.

I grab her and sit her on the toilet in one swift movement. She's relief's herself and I lightly chuckle. "Small bladder?" She nods. I'm not sure how small she really is right now but I'll continue to treat her as if she is.

We wrap up in the bathroom and I get her dressed and moisturized. While I'm lathering her arms I notice faint scars. Weird. Another mental note to talk to her about.

I place her into her crib and turn on the white noise machine I bought for her. I turn on her night light and turn off the normal over head light.

There is a rocking chair in the corner of her room that I go to sit on. Being in here in the quiet is giving me time to think. I take out letter Arabella's mother sent to me. Before I asked Arabella to be my baby I ask what her mother felt about it.

She sent her acceptance. Surprisingly she was very okay with it. To ok with it. Like she was more than happy to have her daughter gone. Along with it she sent me and little list about Arabella. Her likes and dislikes. Her good and bad qualities. Even her mental health problems. That part of the letter I didn't read. It feels like a intrusion on her privacy. But I am her mom too.

I deserve to know. I open it and I see she struggles with. Self harm and an eating disorder?

Oh Arabella..

* Arabella's POV *

I wake up to a knocking on my door. Before I can even open my eyes I stretch and realize I'm in my crib. I try to stand up and bring down the bars but I can't. I don't know who is on to underside of the door and I'm embarrassed to let them see me like this.

"Arabella? It's Johnathan." No! He is like the last person I need seeing me like this. Even worse. Im in a diaper. "Um! Uh!" I'm sure he can hear me hesitating outside the door.

"I'm just going to come in." He starts slowly opening the door.

"No don't!" I'm flustered and don't know what to do so I just sit down on the crib and cover my face.

He walks in and I grab my cover and try to cover myself. "Why are you hiding?" I mumble a fake answer under my breath.

With making a sound Johnathan walks over to me and rips up the cover. He looks me up and down keeping a straight face.

I cover myself face with my hands once again.

"Haha you're a baby and you're wearing a diaper. Is that what you want to hear? Arabella I don't care what you're wearing or how you deal with your shit."

I uncover my eyes to look at him. "What do you want?" I'm not little right now and all I want is for my mind to be too small to comprehend this embarrassing situation.

"You won the race. You're going to fight beside me?" He speaks in one breath as if he didn't just remind of something extremely important.

"Holy shit! I totally forgot about that!" My eyes widen. And then Johnathan flicks my forehead?

"Ow. What was that for?" I rub my forehead and consider biting him which makes me realize I'm still in a crib with Johnathan looking down at me.

I have to bite back all my pride to get out of this thing. "Johnathan." He tilts his head at me and raises an eyebrow. "Can you get me out of here."

He smiles at me and rest his hands on the bars of the crib. "I don't know how to let these bars down. Katherine has this entire room babied proof. I'll have to pick you up."

"Just do it already." I huff at him and feel some snot in my nose. I might be getting sick.

"Is that anyway to talk to someone trying to help you?" I pout at him. I don't even care for my dignity at this point just get me out of this cage.

He grabs me under my armpits and hoists me up.
He tries to put me down on the floor but I whine. "You are literally a teenage baby."

"So are we going to go fight or what?" He chuckles at my eagerness. "Sorry Bella. I was lying. We're not fighting just yet I just wanted you to come ride some horses with me? You up to it?"

no. "Yes." 

This was not proofread so if there's is some spelling mistakes sorry.