Sad Baby (Michael x Baby!Y/N)

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by babyboomikey

by babyboomikey

Sooooo..... This one's kind of a vent. I've been really sad lately and this is how I'm venting out my feelings. I hope this one can help anybody else who is going through something right now. I will also be writing the other boys with this prompt as well.
Anywho, enjoy!

(TW for depression, anxiety attack)

Michael: Dada
Y/N: 2 year old headspace

*VOMIT TRIGGER WARNING!!!!*

You don't remember how you got to the bathroom.

You just whimpered as you felt the sensation of your ribs crushing against your lungs. You'd had one of the worst days at school yet. You were separated from Michael all day; he'd stayed home to help his mom unpack some boxes in their new house. One of your teachers had made you miserable, as usual, but this time there was nobody there to care or comfort you. You had held back the regressive tendencies all day, but you were starting to slip like a frail leaf barely hanging onto a twig in the autumn wind. Your breathing picked up speed and your heart began to pound in your ears. You quickly stood up from the bathroom floor, experiencing a dizzying nausea. You quickly sat back down, but to no avail- your body lurched forward as you gagged harshly, spilling your lunch all over yourself and the floor.

Oh no. Now there's a mess to clean up. Was the last thing you thought before you were completely engulfed in your headspace. You vomited again, this time beginning to cry with discomfort. You looked up and noticed your phone on the bathroom counter. As you grabbed it, you weren't thinking about why things had gone wrong in the first place. You only knew what you needed, and you knew how to get it.

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Michael was at your house in no time flat. Hearing your sobs of panic over the phone was enough to get him to kiss his mum goodbye and say he had an emergency call from the boys.

"Y/N?" he called after he entered the front door using the spare key you gave him. You gave no response other than a weak cry. Michael followed the sound into the bathroom.

His heart shattered to pieces at your pitiful state. You were covered in puke, and urine. You had wet yourself in headspace. Michael had to breathe through his mouth to avoid the smell of sick mixed with pee. He didn't say a word. He just scooped you up and began carefully removing your clothes. You were still shaking.

Michael turned on the bathwater, making sure it was just warm enough for you. He set you in the tub, starting to gently wipe your face with a wet rag. He then grabbed a clean rag and began washing you up. You slipped deeper into your headspace, maybe around a year old. Michael washed your hair and rinsed you off before wrapping you in a towel and scooping you up out of the tub.

He carried you to your room and quickly dressed you in a nappy and one of his big t shirts. He knew you didn't like to feel confined in a onesie when you were anxious.

"There we go, honey bunch~" he cooed, rubbing your tummy as you lay on your back, looking up at him with sad eyes. "Where's my happy baby angel? Hmm?"

You didn't answer. You didn't know why you were sad anymore. You just felt very gloomy at this point.

"Awwww baby...." Michael frowned. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your clothed tummy. "What's the matter, hmm?"

You giggled a little at the tickly kiss. Michael's eyes lightened up and he rolled up your shirt, planting stubbly kisses to your bare tummy and causing you to shriek with laughter.

He knew he couldn't always get you to tell him what was wrong. But, for now, just being able to make you smile and laugh was enough. He just wanted to see you happy.

"Awwwww just one more!~" he sang after you began pulling at his hair. He planted one last little kiss, making you giggle. He lifted you up and set you on his hip. "Daddy doesn't like when his baby is sad... Do you wanna cuddle and watch movies?" he asked.

You nodded vigorously. That sounded very nice. "Baba?"

"With a bottle?" he asked to confirm. You nodded again.

"Alrighty kitten, it's a date," he winked, bouncing you a little as he carried you downstairs for your long awaited movie night.

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