My Dear, I'll Be There Soon.

Sleep--Don't Weep.

WELP. Here it is. I've been reading 5H age play fic for like a year--and I've caved. I'm writing my own story. It's a one-shot but at least it's out there. I only write when the mood strikes and the last time I posted a fanfic of any kind was a few years ago. So we just--gon' do this. First cg/l fic--first wlw fic. WHOOOOO buddy. Let's do this.

--Pup (they/them)

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Camila was restless.

All alone.

In their apartment.

She was a restless, bored, needy, whiny baby and she could blame literally all of those things on her Mama. This was all her fault anyways. She said she'd be back in a whole two hours and Camila may be small but she saw the short hand on her kitty clock move three whole numbers! 

It was getting late--n' bed time was coming and at this rate her Mama wouldn't be home in time to tuck her in or read her stories or anything!

It would go, 'Camila, mijita--it's really late--let's go straight to bed'

And that's not fair! They just started reading Harry Potter n' Camila wants to hear her Mama tell her what happens with the troll in the dungeon.

Camila bounced on the bed, a low whine leaving her as she pressed her face into her unicorn's soft tummy, fingers hooking into her mouth. Mama would make a soft sound and give Camila her pacifier but Mama wasn't here.

Mama wasn't here n' Camila was all 'lone.

Camila tried to be good. She'd colored (Not in the lines--Mama says little girls don't need to worry about the lines.), danced to music, played with her legos, ate the dinner Mama left her, and even cleaned her play area. 

But it didn't mean nothin' because Mama wasn't here to say she colored so well and put the picture on the fridge.

Or sing and dance with her--twirling her 'round like a princess.

Or to praise her for her creativity on her blocks then help her knock it down.

She wasn't there to insist she eat her veggies.

Camila sucked her fingers, her whine turning into sniffle as her eyes stung.

She wanted her Mama.

Suddenly--off in the kitchen--she heard her phone ring with Mama's ringtone and she practically flew off the bed as she scampered off on her socked feet to get it.

When she reached the kitchen counter and accepted the call, she was a panting, happy baby.

Warm green eyes met hers and she felt giddy and loved all in one.

"Mama!"