Bath time proved to be a futile attempt. Lauren noticed that Willa was in need of a good bathing, remembering that 30+ kids lived in the same home and went without a clean for sometimes weeks. Willa wasn't one of those kids due to her extreme panic and regular calming baths, but she probably never got shampooed or conditioned properly, leaving her hair in brunette waves that were matting and tangling as the day came to an end.
Normani got to work on the dishes while Dinah and Ally slipped away to the recording booth in the basement to fool around with a tune they were discussing over dinner, leaving Lauren to get Willa ready for bed.
The poor little girl was rather oblivious of the intention of moving upstairs, but once she was in the washroom and heard the words "shower" or "bath" she was 100% aware and 100% against it.
"No thank you," She said, backing up to the door.
"Willa, baby girl, you need a bath, sweetheart," Lauren said softly, sitting on the floor crisscrossed to show she was equal in this situation and not an authority figure.
"I don't need one," Willa assured, reaching up to fix her hair and then tugging on her shirt to make herself look somewhat "better" than before.
"Is your hair itchy?" Lauren asked, knowing it was a sign of a lack of a decent wash or brushing for that matter.
"A little," Willa said, reaching up to itch behind her ear.
"If you get clean with real shampoo then it won't itch anymore."
"But I don't wanna be naked," Willa whispered, finally revealing why she was getting worked up about this.
"I won't have to look at you," Lauren offered, standing up and moving to the shower where she moved to the translucent glass door and pulled it open to turn on the tap before closing it again. "See, you can't see anything."
"I'm okay," Willa said, moving to the door of the washroom. "Maybe tomorrow."
Lauren sighed, knowing better than to push. She turned off the shower and adjusted the mat by the bathtub before moving with her daughter out of the room.
"Okay, you can get clean tomorrow."
But tomorrow came and went just as quick, once again Willa refused to bathe but she gladly spent thirty minutes in the bathroom alone to play with the running water. All the girls understood why.
She was tired due to not getting any sleep the first night. She was scared of the new home and didn't quite know how to express this to the girls. So instead she wallowed within herself and regressed into her shell slightly, only speaking when asked direct questions, and acting meeker than the day she was brought home.
Lauren didn't want to overstep with her new daughter, but it took everything within herself not to put the little one down in her bed so she wouldn't be alone at night. Logic and patience won over the Cuban, causing her lay Willa down in her smaller bed before flipping on the nightlights and heading over to her own room where she fell asleep almost instantly.
3am came around and Lauren felt herself waking up slowly to a little hand rubbing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Willa sobbing before her, her body trembling fearfully and an aroma of urine and vomit hitting the nose of the newly awakening human almost instantly.
She sat up, making Willa shy back with a loud sob.
"Hey, it's okay. What's wrong Willa?" Lauren asked, crawling out of her bed and staying at the height of her daughter.
"I wet the bed," Willa cried, tensing as though she were preparing to get hit or yelled at.
"Oh baby, that's okay. Shh, don't cry," Lauren pleaded, reaching out to touch the sweating forehead of her little girl. Something told her that the smell of vomit was due to Willa working herself up too much from the fear of wetting the bed that she made herself sick.
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Piece Of My Heart - Fifth Harmony Adoption
Fanfiction"This world isn't as bad as you have been made to believe." From the moment Willa was born her world was like a dark cloud. She was born into the hands of those who wanted to inflict pain. She never knew what it felt like to be loved. Maybe it wa...
