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;༊ | the binky queen.

;༊ betty: age two
;༊ set: late fall of twenty-nineteen

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Elizabeth Alwyn was the light of her mothers life, but she was also a tiny tornado that tore through just about anything she could get her chubby little hands on. When the doorbell rings at exactly half nine, Taylor sighs in exasperation, looking between the deep oak door and the disaster zone that had become her living room. Betty sits in the center of the chaos, a too-big cup in her tiny hands, half of its contents splashed across wooden floorboards that soak up the moisture by the second. Taylor had only left the room for a minute. She'd gone upstairs to rescue Meredith from the guest bedroom after a gust of lat autumn wind had blown the door closed, but within the forty-seven seconds that she'd been gone — yes, she counted them — Betty had managed to not only pull every pillow off the couch, but spill half a glass of ice water on the floor and the coffee table.

"Who?" Little blue eyes looked up curiously, a light purple pacifier bobbing between pink lips whenever it wasn't pinched between freshly grown in molars. Taylor smiled through her stress, unable to remain so tightly wound when little eyes that she had made over the span of nine months looked at her so intensely. She stalked across the hardwood, narrowly avoiding the slowly expanding puddle of water, and scooped her daughter up in her embrace where she belonged. Betty had no qualms about leaving behind the half-empty glass of water, cuddling into her mother with a tight grasp on the neckline of her top.

"Tree. She came to see you and Mommy." Taylor answered with lightness, bringing them both toward the front door with eagerness. She needed seven seconds to herself, the morning already far too chaotic than she was capable of handling, and Betty had only been up from her first nap of the day for half an hour.

Little blue eyes narrowed skeptically, tufts of blonde hair that were savagely pulled into one little ponytail at the crown of her head bouncing as she snapped her gaze toward the door. Taylor frequently called the hairstyle a 'whale spout', and it had been her go-to in recent weeks now that Betty was so consistently on the move. It was looking a little worse for wear now, flopping in every direction with each of Taylor's footsteps, but the white bow hadn't been pulled out by chubby fingers yet, so she'd take the win where she could. When she opened the door, just barely catching a glimpse at her security guard in the hallway, she was immediately confronted with red hair and the lingering scent of vanilla.

Taylor had no idea what perfume Tree used, the woman kept it a firmly protected secret, but each time she entered a room a trail of expensive delicacy followed her like a golden trail. As she entered the apartment, Taylor noted that nothing had changed, and despite the weeks that had passed since their last in-person meeting, Tree still carried the same luxury scent. It fit her well. Everything about her was prestigious and strict, but there were moments when personality shone through her suit of armor, and that classy vanilla scent transformed into something homely and familiar. It was a fine line that they walked. Friendship and professionalism. Somehow, they made it work seamlessly.

"No Tee." Betty huffed, crossing her little arms over her chest, the pacifier still bobbing between her lip and she forced her head down onto Taylor's shoulder, apparently displeased with the woman's appearance despite inquiring about her presence the night before. Taylor had yet to figure out how her two-year-old and her publicist had such longstanding conflict, but without fail one of them did something to antagonize the other whenever their paths crossed. She had long since stopped trying to encourage peace and had learned to allow the chaotic energy to survive as long as it wanted to stay.

"No binky." Was Tree's response, and like she did at least once every time she visited, she pulled the pacifier from between Betty's lips before little hands could cover it protectively. Betty huffed again, jutting her little foot out in Tree's direction, and only then did Taylor realize her sock covered feet were saturated in the water she'd splashed across the floor and furniture.