Pmmhh.. I sighed contently, curling into him instinctively, not wanting to leave. I mumbled Russian nonsense as I slept, curling into the covers, ears going red when he kissed my head, my body tensing because even after all this time, I wasn’t used to love. When I was awake, I never spoke Russian besides my, at this point signature Da, through when I was asleep, it came as freely as it wanted to. It was odd through, that my body wasn’t growing like it should, no growth spurt or anything, it was slow, but not frozen. My condition, this whole growing thing, was only getting worse, and I had no idea why. I slept for a long time, longer then my usual nap,mumbling in things I knew he could understand, through when I awoke it was in tears.
Why are you crying, darling? Did you have a bad dream? You know it’s not real, it isn’t, come here… I hugged him, wishing I could make his bad dreams, his fears and him pain disappear. I couldn’t help but hate myself a little when this happened.Pmm.. I whimpered it and for a few minutes that was about the only sound I could make, curling up with. Him. I gripped onto his shirt and tapped my belly, pulling a grumpy face and looking up at him. I seemed to calm down a bit more when he held me, slipping out of my sleepy attitude and rubbing my eyes, attempting to explain what felt bad. Tummy.. Tummy huwts.. I woke up an my tummy Huwts Papa.. Hewp..? I explained that it was more your standard tummy ache, nothing too bad to get worried about, I just needed food.
Your tummy hurts? Are you hungry, Alex? I asked, rubbing his back to ease him a little bit. I hoped it was just hunger, and nothing worse.Mm.. I nodded and blushed, grabbing onto his shirt and turning slowly to face him, color in my cheeks which was a good sign. I looked up at him and sniffled, just about ready to cry now. I shifted and grew upset when my sucking at his shirt didn’t work, hitting at his chest like a toddler who just got into the troubling 2’s, which was pretty much what I was. Papa.. Miwk! Miwk! Miwk now!
Calm down, Alex. Let’s go to the kitchen so you can have your milk, ok? I took his hand a lead him to the kitchen, where he sat down on a chair. Do you want it hot or just lukewarm, darling? I asked him, looking for a milk carton in the fridge.
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