Quick reminder: I am not a medical professional. A lot of what I write is for dramatic effect.
"I'm going to start making dinner. Does anyone want to help me?" Lauren asked, looking to Dinah and Camila. The youngest was too busy colouring in her book to even look up and the oldest was staring at a blank sheet of paper with a white crayon clenched in her grasp. Camila actually looked up at the woman's question.
"Baby, don't you want a colour that actually shows up on the page?" Lauren asked, her previous question long forgotten as she crouched by the child and took a red crayon from the box in front of the girl.
"No," the girl said with a shake of her head, extending her white crayon out to Lauren. "I no want to draw."
"Alright. You don't have to," Lauren said, placing the white and red crayon away. "Do you want to help me make dinner?"
The little one looked at the woman skeptically, clearly unsure whether joining her would be a good idea or not.
"You can help me count the carrots."
That seemed to get the child's full approval, making her nod as she got to her feet and slipped her hand into the extended one of her foster mother.
Ally laughed at her wife's bribe, slipping some socks over Normani's feet. The baby was gurgling and wiggling her limbs as she laid in her baby bouncer, making the shorter woman coo and cup her cheeks. She was so in love with the little human, it was ridiculous.
"Have fun counting carrots," Ally said as her wife and Camila slipped through the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.
"Mama, I wan' 'ount," Dinah stated, looking to Ally with a slight pout.
"Baby, you don't know how to count yet," Ally laughed again, brushing her hand over Dinah's thick hair.
"'es I can," the toddler said, shrugging her shoulders as she returned to her colouring.
"Okay, count for mama then."
"'un, 'do, free, or, eat, nene, ine."
Ally laughed as she grabbed her daughter and gave her a warm squeeze, making the girl laugh loudly.
"I good?" Dinah asked as she patted her mama's cheeks.
"Yes, baby. Very good."
In the kitchen Lauren hoisted Camila onto the center island, smiling at the girl as she drew her knees to her chest and watched observantly.
"How high can you count, Camila?" Lauren asked, opening the fridge door and pulling out a bag of baby carrots. She was grabbing a bowl from the cupboard to her right when the girl spoke up.
"A hundred."
"Really?" The Latina asked, looking to the girl with an impressed smile.
"Yes," Camila said, giving a nod.
"Well, I doubt there's a hundred carrots here, but do you think you can count how many there are in this bag for me while I get started on the base of the soup?" Lauren asked, setting the bag and bowl down in front of the child.
"Okay," Camila agreed, taking the bag and opening it, starting to count under her breath as she pulled out the small carrots one by one.
Lauren smiled when she noticed how content the girl was and turned to the stove, grabbing a pot from one of the drawers to start making the soup. She'd settled on making carrot soup mainly because it was cold out and she wanted her family to have something warm, but also because she wanted Dinah to eat her vegetables, and mushing it up into a soup seemed to be the only way to make that happen.
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Little Hands -:- Fifth Harmony Kidfic
Fanfic"She just laid there, little hands pressed against her chest, and listened. All she heard was the sound of three little humans breathing and the sound of her wife humming in the kitchen. Everything felt perfect and then she knew. She knew that this...
