Little Nightmare
"M-Mama,"
Mama turns around from her desk to see Marc with teary eyes, shaking.
"What's wrong, baby boy?"
He only whimpers, shuffling in place, shaking even harder. Realizing what happened, she smiles sadly and opens her arms.
"Come here, baby boy,"
Taking a shaky step forward, his legs give out, falling on his face. He whines, finally letting his tears fall as he sobbed. "Mama!"
Jumping up, Mama quickly picks him up, rocks him back and forth whispering softly, "Is my baby boy feeling too little?"
Marc grips Mama's shirt, sucking his knuckles in response. Picking him up carefully, Mama brings him back to bed laying him down gently. Marc fusses, reaching out for her.
She shushed him, sitting in between his thighs and rubbing his belly. Something that seemed to calm down all of the boys most of the time. He eventually does calm down, sucking his knuckles as she kisses his belly.
"Do you want your paci, baby?" He nods, mumbling softly. "You wanna diaper too?" He looks away, nodding softly.
"It's okay baby, no need to be embarrassed,"
Mama kisses his cheek, before getting up to find his things in the box in their closet. Marc whimpers when he deemed her to be gone for too long. She giggles, coming back.
"It's ok, baby boy, I just had to find your diapers. You haven't been this little in a while, huh?"
He nods, as she undressed him. She reveals some wipes as she wiped him down, and put his firetruck diaper on. She finishes by blowing into his belly, then kissing it. Marc giggles, trying to push her away as gently as possible.
"There's his smile,"
Mama smiles and take this opportunity to slip his pacifier in his mouth. She puts him in a firetruck onesie, and when finished, holds him close.
"I've got you, baby. I'll chase the bad things away."
Smiling, he shoved his face in her neck and babbled slightly, as he falls asleep peacefully.
"Mama,"
Mama rubs his back, and kisses his head.
"I've got you, baby boy,"