Amelia Larson. She's a four-year-old living a life no one ever should. Well, that is until Melissa Benoist steps in.
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Cover by the amazingly talented @Mendusbabe
"Good morning Amy," I say to Amelia as she walks down the stairs yawning. She walks over to me and looks up at me.
"My name isn't Amy." She says with her hands on her hips.
"You're right. Your name isn't Amy. But Amy can be your nickname." I say smiling.
"What's a nickname?" Amelia asks.
"It's a shorter version of your name," I say. She nods and sits on a dining room table. "Do you want chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast?" I ask. Amelia smiles at me nodding. I get all the ingredients and start making.
"How many do you want?" I ask.
"Two!" Amelia says pushing a chair up by me.
"You're going to eat two?" I ask her. She nods. I pour two small pancakes out of the batter. Then two normal sized ones for myself. They finish cooking and I put them on a plate.
"Amy, can you go into that cabinet and grab the syrup?" I ask pointing to a cabinet near the fridge.
"Yes, I can." She says jumping off the chair she was standing on. I finish making the pancakes and put them on plates and pour on the syrup Amelia grabbed. I set them at the table and we sit down.
"So later today, around like 2:30, I have to go to my work. So you have to come in where we film so I can keep an eye on you." I say.
"What is your job?" Amelia asks.
"I'm an actress. So I get to be on tv." I say.
"That's so cool," Amelia says putting part of her pancake in her mouth. We continue eating in silence. Amelia eats about half of her second pancake before she says she's full. By that time, I've finished all of mine. I grab her plate in the sink along with my own.
"Alright Amy, let's get you dressed," I say. Amelia gets off her chair and follows me upstairs. We go into her room and I go into her closet where the few clothes I bought her are. I grab her a pink flower dress, a jean jacket, a pink bow headband, and some white and tan sandals.
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I help her get everything on and brush through her hair. I put the headband on and tell her to go watch tv in the living room while I get ready. I go to my room and put on black leggings, black flats, and a white tank top that says 'New York'. Once I finish, I walk down by Amelia.
"Let's go, sweetie," I say grabbing my phone and purse.
"Melissa?" Amelia asks when she walks into the kitchen.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Can I bring my teddy?" She asks.
"Yes, hurry and get it," I say. Amelia turns and runs to her room. She runs back out holding the teddy bear I bought her the day after I met her. We go out and I help her into her car seat. I get in myself and start driving.
