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@mommabearbear
hi
im a mama, 🎀 in my 30's 🎀
this is an a abdl account 🎀
uk 🇬🇧
18 + 🔞 so no minors please
Also love to make new friends, so feel free to say hello :) and you can call me miss or ask my name in dm's :)
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how did u meet or develop ur dynamic!
Hi there,
Thank you for the ask!
So we actually met on here 😌 I frequented mamas blog a lot when I wanted to feel comforted, but I wasn’t in the community at all. But eventually I ended up plucking up the courage to send her an ask! We then started messaging from there, just chatting about everyday things, our interests and likes etc.
Even though I sent her the ask originally, I’m very shy and anxious so wasn’t really looking for the dynamic we have now, we just started off as really good friends and were talking daily. It did take months but Mama eventually brought this little side of me out more and more and helped me come out my shell, things just fell into place naturally after that and here we are now.
I think the key to making a dynamic like this work is communication, it’s such a vulnerable thing for both of us but it never feels forced or that it’s too much. Nothing is ever perfect but this side of us feels it, but I also have a fantastic mama so I’m very very lucky 💗. I could only ever be this way with her and her only 😌
I'm a very lucky mama 🎀
Otterly 🦦
🎀 “Mamaaaa…”
The tiny whine came from bubba who was currently laying on her playmat, before Mama even looked up from folding laundry.
“Yes, babygirl?” she answered softly.
Little one peeked over the top of her bunbun, paci wobbling between pouty lips. “Can we get a pet otter?”
Mama smiled immediately because this had apparently become today’s very important subject.
“A pet otter, hm?”
“Mhm.” She nodded seriously. “A tiny one. I’d feed him fishies.”
Mama walked over and booped her nose. “Baby, otters belong in the water and with other otters.”
“But I’d love him,” she insisted, clutching her stuffed bunny dramatically. “I’d share my blankie.”
“That’s very generous.”
“And my snacks.”
Mama laughed quietly. “You really thought this through.”
Little one huffed into bunbun. Her paci squeaked when she grumbled around it. “I just want one sooo bad, mama.”
Mama leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Well, wanting things is okay.”
Five minutes later, while Mama was putting dishes away
“Mama?”
“Yes, sweetpea?”
“What if the otter slept in my room with me?”
Mama turned slowly, trying not to smile too hard. “baby you don't even sleep in your room, do you?”
“But what if he wore tiny pajamas?”
“Oh, now you’re just trying to emotionally manipulate me.”
Bubba giggled loudly at that, kicking her socked feet against the playmat.
By lunchtime, the subject had somehow become even more urgent.
Mama set down a sandwich cut into small triangles and apple slices in front of her little girl, who was colouring a picture very intensely.
“Whatcha drawing?”
“Our family.”
Mama looked closer.
There was Mama.
There was babygirl.
And there was a long potato-shaped creature floating in blue crayon water.
Mama raised an eyebrow. “Interesting.”
“That’s Otterly,” little one explained proudly.
“Otterly?”
“Our otter.”
“Our imaginary otter?”
Bubba gasped like Mama had offended him personally. “He’s REAL in my HEART.”
Mama nearly lost composure right there.
“Oh my goodness.”
Little one shoved another bite of sandwich into her mouth and spoke around it. “Otterly likes bedtime stories.”
“I’m sure he does.”
“And cuddles.”
“Mmhm.”
“And nappies.”
Mama blinked.
“Otters do not wear nappies.”
“They SHOULD.”
Mama snorted into her water.
Later that afternoon, after a long walk and far too many negotiations about ice cream, Mama noticed the unmistakable tiny wiggle.
“Do you need a nappy check?”
“Noooo…”
“Bubba...”
A guilty pause.
“…maybe, mama”
Mama guided her toward the nursery with a knowing smile. The room smelled faintly of lavender and clean blankets, soft afternoon sunlight spilling across the changing table.
Little one climbed up dramatically, still holding her paci between her lips.
“I’m too little to survive this,” she mumbled.
Mama laughed softly. “Such tragedy, babygirl”
The nappy tabs opened with familiar little crinkles while babygirl squirmed and complained.
“Cold hands, Mamaaa.”
“Sorry sweetheart.”
Mama cleaned her up carefully, rubbing soothing circles over her tummy when she got wiggly. Little one sucked lazily on her paci, sleepy from lunch and attention.
“There we go, princess,” Mama murmured, fastening a fresh nappy snug around her hips. “Much better.”
Little one peeked down at it. “Can otters wear pink nappies?”
Mama kissed her nose. “We are still not getting an otter.”
“Otterly would like this diaper.”
“I’m sure imaginary Otterly would be thrilled.”
By evening, bubba had become increasingly clingy in the soft, sleepy way she always did after dinner.
She followed Mama from room to room dragging her blanket behind her.
“Mama?”
“Yes, my little love?”
“If we had an otter…”
Mama laughed already. “Still going?”
“He could have bath time with me.”
Mama patted the spot next to her and bubba sat down “You know what I think?”
“What mummy?”
“I think somebody just really likes cute cuddly things.”
Little one buried her face against Mama’s shoulder. “Maybe.”
“And maybe somebody wants a little extra attention today.” A tiny embarrassed nod. Mama’s expression softened immediately.
“Oh, baby.”
Mama opened her arms and Little one curled close, paci bobbing sleepily while Mama stroked her hair.
“You know you can just ask for cuddles, right baby?”
“I know mummy” she whispered.
“You never have to earn them.”
Little one melted further into Mama’s chest.
After a few quiet moments, Mama felt tiny fingers tug at her.
“Mama?”
“Yes, babygirl?”
“…can we at least visit otters someday?”
Mama smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“That,” she whispered, “we can absolutely do.”
Satisfied at last, little one gave a sleepy hum around her paci and closed her eyes, warm, changed, cuddled, and already dreaming about tiny otters in pajamas. 🎀
Your blog is so comforting, and reading your stories feels like a warm blanket. Thank you for depicting the soft and loving side of this dynamic 💕
Can I ask how you two met each other? I’m desperately hoping to find the right woman one day, who is willing to be my mommy and love me for who I am. I’m just not sure where to start, and how to do it safely.
Thank you 💕
Hi there 🎀
Aww thank you that's really sweet of you
Yes of course, we actually met on here 😌 we started chatting everyday, just about our daily life etc... and we became good friends first and it went from there. Nothing was ever forced or awkward if that makes sense. My advice to you is take your time, being little is something special, its vulnerable side of you and you dont want to give to just anyone, so yes take your time to talk to people, get to know them and be safe. 🎀
Little is okay, Little is safe, Little is loved 💕
🎀 The late afternoon light fell across the bedroom in soft gold, catching the edges of little one's blanket as she curled into it. She wasn’t crying, she was just small, small enough that even breathing felt like an effort. Her fingers twisted the corner of her favorite knit blanket, the one Mama and her had picked during their first winter together. That memory usually brought comfort.
But today… it only made her feel foolish.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Why am I like this? Why today? Why can’t I just be normal for once? Then a gentle knock came. Two taps, a pause, then one more.
“Baby girl?” Mama’s voice drifted in warm and low. Little one hesitated. Her throat felt tight. Still, she whispered, “...here.”
The door creaked as Mama stepped inside, not all the way, she stopped near the foot of the bed, waiting. “Color?” Babygirl swallowed. “Um… yellow.”
Their code for I’m okay, but fragile. Mama nodded once, softly. “Thank you for telling me, darling.”
Only then did she move closer, settling slowly onto the edge of the mattress. She didn’t reach out yet. She just let her presence settle beside her little one, like a blanket of its own.
“What’s hurting, sweetheart?” Mama asked.
Babygirl stared at the knit loops between her fingers. “I… slipped. Again.” Her voice wobbled, small but honest. “And I feel dumb about it. I didn’t want to be little today.”
Mama hummed gently, a grounding sound that vibrated low in her chest. “Can I touch you, love?” Little one nodded, cheeks warming with shame.
Mama’s hand came to rest on her back, steady and warm. No pushing. No fixing. Just a presence that said, You’re not alone. “Tell me the shape of the feeling, sweetheart” Mama whispered.
Babygirl took a shaky breath. “It’s… heavy. Like I’m taking up too much space. Like I shouldn’t need you this much.”
Mama’s thumb stroked a slow circle between her shoulders. “Needing me isn’t too much. And being little isn’t wrong.” She waited a beat, letting the words settle. “It sounds like you’re scared your needs make you a burden.” Baby’s lips trembled. “Yes…”
“Oh, baby girl.” Mama eased her closer, but still left room for little one to choose, Babygirl leaned the last inch herself, resting her head against Mama’s chest. Mama’s sweater smelled, Familiar and Safe.
“You’ve never been a burden, sweetheart” Mama murmured into her hair. “And your littleness isn’t an accident I have to tolerate. It’s a part of you. One I choose to care for.”
“But what if I’m too much?” babygirl whispered.
Mama pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, slow, deliberate. “If you were ever ‘too much,’ I wouldn’t be here wrapping you in this blanket every time your heart gets small. I’m here because I want to be. Because taking care of you in all your sizes is my favourite thing I get to do.”
Little one let out a tiny, choked sound, half sigh, half sob, then clung to Mama’s sweater with both hands.
Mama rocked her gently, barely moving, creating the rhythm that Babygirl always melted into. “Do you want the grounding ribbon, darling?” she asked. Little one nodded against her chest.
Mama reached into her cardigan pocket and pulled out the soft purple ribbon, silky, warm from being kept near her heart. It was their ritual, the ribbon meant you’re safe to soften.
Babygirl wrapped it around her fingers, feeling the edges slide between them. Breath by breath, her shoulders loosened.
“There you go,” Mama whispered. “Little is okay. Little is safe. Little is loved.” Little one sniffled. “Thank you, Mama.”
“Always, baby girl.” Mama tucked the blanket around them both, one arm snug around her baby. “When your world feels too big, you can curl into mine.” Babygirl nodded. Mama placed a soft kiss on her head.
"Your littleness isn’t something we ‘fix.’ It’s something we care for.” little one felt small as she leaned into mama, but no longer ashamed.
Just held. Just safe. Just hers. 🎀
You are mummying me again....
......don't stop 🎀
🎀 The house was quiet except for the soft hum of rain against the windows and the faint rustle of blankets as babygirl shifted dramatically for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes.
“Mmmph.”
From the kitchen, Mama looked up from stirring her coffee. “That sounded suspiciously like someone who should be asleep.”
“Noooo,” came the muffled whine from the sofa.
"I think you mean yes, sweetheart"
Mama walked into the lounge and chuckled to herself, bubba was laying on her belly on the sofa frowning at the tv. As soon as mama sat down, little one curled against Mama’s chest while trying to maintain her fake indignation.
Mama patted bubba's padded bottom and rubbed her back
“Mamaaa.”
“Yes, baby?” mama placed a soft kiss on her baby's nose
“You’re doing it again.”
Mama blinked innocently. “Doing what?”
Little one huffed, poking Mama’s arm. “Mummying me.”
“Mummying you?”
“Yes.” She buried her face into Mama’s jumper. “You keep being all… mama.”
Mama’s expression softened instantly.
“Oh sweetheart.” Her fingers drifted through little one’s hair slowly. “What exactly does being ‘all mama’ mean?”
Little one grumbled quietly.
“The forehead kisses.”
“Mhm.”
“The blanket stealing.”
“I gave that blanket back.”
“The voice.”
“My voice?”
“You use your soft voice when you know I’m sleepy.”
Mama smiled knowingly. “And?”
Bubba peeked up at her with a pout that wasn’t remotely convincing.
“And the cuddles.”
“The cuddles are a problem?”
“They make me all…” She waved her hand vaguely. “Tiny.”
Mama kissed the tip of her nose.
“That may be because you are my tiny girl.”
Little one let out the most dramatic groan imaginable.
“Mama is mummying me again.”
Mama laughed softly, warm, quiet, fond.
“I absolutely am.”
“That’s illegal.”
“It’s actually very encouraged.”
“By who?”
“Me.”
Bubba tried very hard not to smile.
Failed horribly.
Mama adjusted the blanket around both of them and kissed her forehead.
“You know,” she murmured, “I’ll keep mummying you for as long as you need.”
Little one’s entire fight disappeared at that. Her arms tightened around Mama’s middle. “What if I need it forever?” Mama didn’t hesitate.
“Then forever sounds perfect.”
Little one went very still before whispering: “Okay.”
Mama tilted her chin upward gently.
“Okay what, sweetheart?”
“Okay… you can keep mummying me.” Mama grinned.
“How generous of you.”
“I know.”
Another forehead kiss.
“Mama?”
“Yes, babygirl?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“And?”
Little one snuggled impossibly closer. “…don’t stop.” 🎀
You are mummying me again....
......don't stop 🎀
🎀 The house was quiet except for the soft hum of rain against the windows and the faint rustle of blankets as babygirl shifted dramatically for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes.
“Mmmph.”
From the kitchen, Mama looked up from stirring her coffee. “That sounded suspiciously like someone who should be asleep.”
“Noooo,” came the muffled whine from the sofa.
"I think you mean yes, sweetheart"
Mama walked into the lounge and chuckled to herself, bubba was laying on her belly on the sofa frowning at the tv. As soon as mama sat down, little one curled against Mama’s chest while trying to maintain her fake indignation.
Mama patted bubba's padded bottom and rubbed her back
“Mamaaa.”
“Yes, baby?” mama placed a soft kiss on her baby's nose
“You’re doing it again.”
Mama blinked innocently. “Doing what?”
Little one huffed, poking Mama’s arm. “Mummying me.”
“Mummying you?”
“Yes.” She buried her face into Mama’s jumper. “You keep being all… mama.”
Mama’s expression softened instantly.
“Oh sweetheart.” Her fingers drifted through little one’s hair slowly. “What exactly does being ‘all mama’ mean?”
Little one grumbled quietly.
“The forehead kisses.”
“Mhm.”
“The blanket stealing.”
“I gave that blanket back.”
“The voice.”
“My voice?”
“You use your soft voice when you know I’m sleepy.”
Mama smiled knowingly. “And?”
Bubba peeked up at her with a pout that wasn’t remotely convincing.
“And the cuddles.”
“The cuddles are a problem?”
“They make me all…” She waved her hand vaguely. “Tiny.”
Mama kissed the tip of her nose.
“That may be because you are my tiny girl.”
Little one let out the most dramatic groan imaginable.
“Mama is mummying me again.”
Mama laughed softly, warm, quiet, fond.
“I absolutely am.”
“That’s illegal.”
“It’s actually very encouraged.”
“By who?”
“Me.”
Bubba tried very hard not to smile.
Failed horribly.
Mama adjusted the blanket around both of them and kissed her forehead.
“You know,” she murmured, “I’ll keep mummying you for as long as you need.”
Little one’s entire fight disappeared at that. Her arms tightened around Mama’s middle. “What if I need it forever?” Mama didn’t hesitate.
“Then forever sounds perfect.”
Little one went very still before whispering: “Okay.”
Mama tilted her chin upward gently.
“Okay what, sweetheart?”
“Okay… you can keep mummying me.” Mama grinned.
“How generous of you.”
“I know.”
Another forehead kiss.
“Mama?”
“Yes, babygirl?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“And?”
Little one snuggled impossibly closer. “…don’t stop.” 🎀
My Little Star 💫
🎀Babygirl had been quiet all afternoon. Not sad, just… small. Drifting. Everything felt too big and too loud, so she’d curled up on the couch with her favourite blanket, tracing the edges between her fingers in that slow, absentminded way she did when she was slipping deeper into her little space.
Mama noticed right away, She always did. She sat down beside her without saying a word, letting the silence speak for them. Babygirl scooted closer, her head finding its favorite spot against their shoulder. Mama brushed a hand through her hair, gentle enough not to overwhelm her.
“You feelin’ tiny today?” mama murmured. Babygirl nodded, not looking up. “That’s okay,” mama whispered. “You’re safe to be little with me.”
Little one gave a tiny hum of acknowledgment, thumb slipping between her lips, her bottom was already padded, crinkling with every tiny movement she made. Mama gently removed babygirl’s thumb out of her mouth, replacing it with her favourite purple paci.
The house was warm, quiet, and dim, a good day for soft things. And mama had something special in mind.
“Hey, sweetheart,” they said softly. “It’s almost nighttime. How about we go see the stars come out?” Babygirl blinked up at them, wide-eyed, curiosity flickering through her fog.
“Stahs?” she echoed. “Mmhm. A whole sky full of ’em. Wanna see?” Little one nodded a bit faster this time.
Mama's smile warmed, she helped her baby sit up and wrapped her blanket around her shoulders like a tiny cape, and scooped her up into their arms. Her legs wrapped around their waist automatically, face nuzzling into their collarbone. Mama gently patted babygirl's padded bottom.
They stepped out into the back garden, the air outside was cool with evening, carrying that faint scent of pine trees. Mama spread a thick quilt on the wooden deck and sat down, holding Babygirl in her lap so she stayed warm and wrapped up.
The sky was that deep indigo in-between colour, not quite night, not quite day. Babygirl leaned her head back, watching the first star appear.
“Look,” mama whispered, pointing gently so she could follow her gaze. “That one right there? That’s Venus, that's not a star but likes to play pretend, comes out early, like it’s making sure the nighttime isn’t too scary.”
Babygirl stared at it, mesmerized. “Shiny,” she breathed. “Very shiny,” mama agreed. “Just like someone I know.”
Babygirl buried her face in her mama's chest at the gentle compliment, shy and pleased. Her fingers curled into their shirt, and mama hugged her closer. More stars came out, like they were being painted onto the sky one flicker at a time.
“Y’know,” Mama began softly, “people used to think stars were tiny fires. Or windows. Or even little lanterns hung by angels.”
Babygirl gasped quietly. “A’nels?” she whispered.
“Maybe,” mama said, brushing her baby's cheek with her thumb. “Or maybe they’re little messages. Each one shining to tell you something."
She looked up again, eyes reflecting starlight. “Wha’ they tellin’ me?” Mama pressed a kiss to the top of babygirl's head.
“That you’re loved. That you’re safe. That you’re doing such a good job being brave today.” Babygirl’s eyes softened, a warm feeling blooming in her chest. “Dey… talk t’me?”
“I think they do,” mama said. “And they’re very proud of you.” A soft breeze rustled through the trees. Little one snuggled deeper into mama’s arms, listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat, slow, steady, grounding.
Mama rocked her gently. “You see those three in a row?” they asked, guiding her hand to point. “That’s part of Orion’s belt.”
Babygirl counted them out of habit. “One… two… free.”
“Good job,” Mama praised warmly. “clever girl, my little star.” She glowed at the softness in their voice. A shooting star streaked across the darkness, quick but bright. Babygirl gasped again, sitting up just enough to point with both hands.
“MAMA LOOK!!!” She practically bounced in her lap. “I saw it,” she laughed quietly, wrapping her arms around her middle so she didn’t topple forward. “Make a wish, little one.”
She squeezed her eyes shut tight, thinking very, very hard. After a few moments she opened them again.
“All done.”
“Want to tell me?” She shook her head. “Secret wish.” Mama tapped her nose. “Then I hope it comes true. With my whole heart.”
They stayed out awhile longer, until the sky was glittering with so many stars it felt like they were sitting inside a snow globe made of light. Babygirl played with the buttons on mama’s shirt, humming little nonsense tunes under her breath.
Eventually, her yawns got too big to hide. Mama shifted her gently in their arms. “Time to head in, little star.”
She whined softly, not upset, just sleepy and not ready for the magic to be over.
“Hey,” mama murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We can come out here any night you want. The stars will wait for you, sweetheart.”
She nodded, trusting that completely.
Mama carried her back inside, tucking her into bed with her bunbun and her blanket still wrapped around her like a cocoon. She sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair back from her face.
“Do you want your nightlight?” mama asked. Babygirl nodded again.
Mama clicked it on, a soft star-shaped light that cast tiny constellations on the walls. “Jus’ like outside,” babygirl whispered sleepily.
“Exactly like outside,” mama said. “So you’ll never be without your stars.” She kissed her cheek. “Goodnight, my little star. I’m right here if you need me.”
Babygirl drifted off with a content sigh, stars both above and around her, wrapped in the warmth of a mama who loved her fiercely and gently. 🎀
Hello, I just wanted to say that I love your stories. You’re a very good writer. If the stories are based on you and your little one, then the two of you have a lovely relationship, and your little one sounds very cheeky. I’m looking forward to reading more of your stories.
Hi there 🎀
Thank you, thats very sweet of you 😌 and yes bubba is very cheeky 🤭 but thats one of the things I love about her
Thank you for liking my stories 😌 I might post a new one this weekend 🎀
your page maked me feel so little. i don’t like it
Okay.....
Hiii love your bloggg! I can only hope one day I find a mommy that is as caring as you are!! :)
Hi 🎀
Thank you 😌 and im sure you will find one
If i hide tomorrow.....
🎀 Saturday mornings at Mama’s place always felt softer than the rest of the week.
The world outside could be loud and fast and demanding, but Saturdays belonged entirely to them.
No alarms.
No rushing.
No responsibilities beyond spending time together.
Warm golden sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, painting soft patterns across the bed where babygirl remained buried beneath the duvet, all her blankies as she couldn't decide which one to have the night before and far too many pillows for one person.
At some point during the night, she’d migrated diagonally across the mattress and somehow stolen nearly all the duvet. Mama stood in the doorway holding a cup of coffee, smiling at the sight.
One foot stuck out from the duvet A purple bunny had fallen onto the floor. And all she could see of her girl was a messy patch of hair peeking out.
“Good morning, sleepy girl.”
A grumble emerged from under the duvet.
Mama stepped closer.
“Did you hear me, sweetheart?”
“No.”
Mama laughed softly.
“No?”
“Nope.”
“I could’ve sworn I said good morning.”
Silence. Then...
“Still sleeping, mama.” Mama sat carefully on the edge of the bed.
“That’s interesting, because sleeping people usually don’t talk back.” The duvet moved as babygirl tried and failed not to laugh.
Mama gently pulled the duvet down enough to reveal sleepy eyes and flushed cheeks.
“There you are, bubba.”
Babygirl blinked up at her.
“You’re bright.”
“It’s called sunlight.”
“Rude.”
Mama leaned down to kiss her forehead. “We have plans today, baby.”
That earned a dramatic groan. “No plans.”
“Yes plans.”
“No.”
Mama smiled.
“You were very excited about these plans yesterday.”
Babygirl narrowed her eyes.
“What plans, mama?”
Mama gasped dramatically.
“You forgot?”
“I did.”
“You begged me to take you to breakfast.”
“Oh.”
“And then the bookstore.”
“Oh.”
“And then…”
Babygirl slowly sat up.
“…penguins?”
Mama grinned.
“Yes.”
Babygirl fully woke up immediately.
“The aquarium?”
“The aquarium, sweetheart.”
“The penguins are still there, mama?”
“I would assume so, baby.”
Babygirl launched herself across the bed and into Mama’s lap. Mama barely managed to save her coffee.
“Yes, yes, very exciting.” mama kissed her baby's nose
“And snacks?”
“Yes.”
“And maybe the gift shop?”
“We’ll see, baby.”
“That means yes.”
“That means maybe, darling.”
Babygirl smiled brightly before suddenly freezing. Mama noticed immediately.
That little expression. That tiny pause. The subtle shift in body language. Her baby looked away. Mama set her coffee down.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing.”
Mama raised an eyebrow.
Babygirl immediately became fascinated with her stuffed bunny.
“Baby.”
Silence.
Mama softened her voice.
“Do you need something, sweetheart?”
Babygirl’s face turned pink.
“No…”
Mama waited. A full minute passed. Then very quietly
“…maybe, mama.”
Mama nodded gently.
“it's okay sweetheart.”
Babygirl looked miserable now.
“I don’t wanna.” Mama moved a little closer.
“Don’t want what, bubba?”
Babygirl whispered so quietly Mama almost missed it. “Change.”
“Oh sweetheart.” Babygirl instantly buried her face on mama's shoulder.
“It’s embarrassing.” Mama carefully lifted bubbas chin.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Slowly, babygirl did.
“You never have to be embarrassed with me, accidents happen and you have your nappy on, so you just need changies, no big deal, bubba”
“But I’m big.”
Mama brushed hair away from her face.
“And?”
“I should be able to...”
Mama shook her head.
“No shoulds.”
Babygirl’s lip trembled.
Mama’s voice softened even more.
“You need what you need, sweetheart”
“But....”
“No.”
Babygirl blinked.
Mama kissed her forehead.
“You are allowed comfort.”
Tears gathered in babygirl’s eyes.
“You’re too nice.”
Mama smiled.
“I know.”
Babygirl sniffled.
“…still don’t wanna, mama”
Mama stood.
“That’s okay.”
Babygirl looked confused.
“It is?”
“Mhm.”
Mama walked toward the dresser.
“We’ll just get ready.”
Babygirl relaxed.
“Oh.”
Mama turned around.
“And then I’ll change you.”
Babygirl gasped.
“MAMA.”
And then little one took the opportunity to go and hide.
Mama burst into laughter.
Babygirl walked down the hallway in mismatched socks, a top and her nappy.
“No thank you!”
“Oh yes.”
“Nope!”
Mama followed at a leisurely pace.
“hiding only delays the inevitable.”
Babygirl darted into the lounge.
Mama rounded the corner and found absolutely no one.
She blinked.
“Hm.”
Silence.
Mama looked around dramatically.
“Where did my babygirl go?”
Nothing.
She glanced towards the sofa.
Nope.
Behind the armchair?
Nope.
Then she noticed a pair of sock covered feet sticking out from beneath the dining table.
Mama bit back a smile.
“Maybe she disappeared forever.”
A tiny giggle.
“Oh no,” Mama said dramatically. “What will I do without my little shadow?”
She heard another tiny giggle.
“I guess I’ll have to go to the aquarium alone.”
“Mama no!”
Babygirl popped out instantly.
Mama grinned triumphantly.
“There you are, bubba.”
“That was mean, mama.”
“That was effective.” mama boopped little one's nose
Babygirl pouted.
Mama opened her arms.
“Come here, my little star.”
Babygirl hesitated before slowly walking over and collapsing into her hug.
Mama held her tightly.
“You okay?”
Babygirl nodded against her chest.
“Still embarrassed, mama.”
“I know, baby.”
“You’ll still love me?”
Mama leaned back enough to look horrified.
“Always.”
“Even when I hide?”
Mama kissed her nose.
“Even when you hide, baby.”
Afterwards everything was calm and gentle. Mama moved slowly. Spoke softly. Reassured constantly.
And once her girl was clean, comfortable, and dressed in her favorite soft jumper and skirt, they finally headed out.
The bookstore came first. Babygirl wandered through children’s books while Mama pretended not to notice.
Then came pastries and hot chocolate.
Then the aquarium.
Babygirl pressed herself against the glass at the penguin exhibit with complete wonder.
“Mama LOOK.”
“I see, sweetheart.”
“He waved at me.”
“He did not wave.”
“He absolutely waved, mama.”
Mama laughed.
Later, after snacks and too many gift shop purchases, Mama noticed her girl had gone quiet.
Too quiet.
“Mama?”
Mama looked down.
Babygirl was fidgeting.
Looking nervous.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
Babygirl glanced around.
“…nappy.”
Mama immediately understood.
“It’s okay, baby mama will change you.”
Babygirl looked panicked.
“Not here.”
“No, once we get home, bubba.”
Babygirl’s eyes filled with tears.
“I wanna hide.”
Mama gently took her hand.
“You don’t have to hide from me.”
“But I want to hide from everyone else.” Mama nodded.
“That we can do.” She led her to a quiet corner tucked away in a calmer hallway.
No crowds. No pressure. Just privacy.
Babygirl clung tightly to her hand. Mama handled everything gently once again. Mama opened her arms. Babygirl immediately stepped into them.
“Sorry.”
“For what, bubba?”
“For ruining the penguins.” Mama looked genuinely confused.
“You think needing care ruins our day?” Babygirl shrugged sadly. Mama kissed the top of her head.
“Sweetheart.” Babygirl looked up. “The best part of my day is taking care of you.” That made her cry a little.
Happy tears. Relieved tears.
“I love you.”
Mama smiled softly.
“I know.”
Babygirl blinked.
“You’re supposed to say it back, mama.”
Mama laughed.
“I love you too, silly girl.”
“Better, mama.”
That evening they returned home tired and happy. Stuffed animals were waiting on the bed. New books sat on the nightstand. And babygirl curled into Mama’s side while showing off her penguin stuffie from the gift shop. “Mama?”
“Yes, baby?”
“If I hide tomorrow…” Mama smiled into her hair.
“I’ll still find you, baby.”
“Promise?”
“Every time, bubba.”
Babygirl sighed happily. “Okay.”
After a few seconds babygirl looked up and gave mama a paci kiss "Mama?" Mama placed a soft kiss on bubba's head
"Yes baby?" Little one snuggled into her
"Thank you for always finding me" And within minutes, she was asleep in Mama’s arms. 🎀
A Dramatic Day 🤭
🎀 The morning started slow and warm.
Babygirl was still tangled in blankets when Mama leaned over her, brushing soft fingers through her messy hair.
“Good morning, sleepy baby.” A grumble came from beneath the comforter.
“No.”
Mama smiled. “No?”
“No awake.”
“That’s unfortunate, because we have plans today.”
Babygirl slowly peeked out. “What plans?”
Mama kissed her forehead. “Coffee shop.”
Babygirl blinked.
“And maybe the toy shop after.”
Now she sat up immediately.
“The one with all the stuffies and books?”
“The very one.”
“You should’ve started with that.”
Mama laughed. “I know, but i like seeing you being dramatic”
After getting dressed, babygirl padded around the room while Mama got dressed and checked her bag.
Snacks.
Water bottle.
Wipes.
And...
“Mama!”
Mama looked up to see babygirl standing in the doorway, cheeks pink.
“What is it, baby?”
Babygirl shifted from foot to foot.
“Mama…”
“Yes, bubba?”
“I think… I need changies.”
Mama’s expression softened immediately.
“Come here, sweetheart”
Babygirl slowly walked over, still looking shy.
Mama gently rubbed her side. “have you got messy bum?”
A tiny nod.
“And you didn't want to tell mama?”
Another tiny nod.
Mama smiled warmly. “Silly bum.”
Little one hid her face against Mama’s shoulder. “Didn’t wanna stop getting ready.”
“Well now we definitely need to stop.”
A soft whine.
“It’ll only take a minute, sweetheart”
Mama patted the bed.
“lay down for me please, bubba.”
Babygirl pouted dramatically while Mama worked gently and efficiently.
“Cold” babygirl complained quietly as Mama used wipes.
“I know, baby, Almost done.”
“Mamaaaa.”
“You’re being very brave, sweetheart” mama gently applies some nappy cream on babygirl
“That’s not helping, mama”
Mama laughed softly.
Once she was clean, Mama slid a fresh nappy into place and helped her sit up.
“All better, bubba”
Babygirl immediately melted into her arms.
“Thank you, mama”
“You never have to be embarrassed to tell me when you need help, okay?”
Babygirl nodded against her chest.
“Okay.”
Mama kissed the top of her head. “That’s my baby.”
At the coffee shop, babygirl immediately spotted the most ridiculous drink on the menu.
“Mama.”
“No.”
“But I didn’t even ask yet.”
“You were looking at it too hard.”
“It has cookie pieces.”
“No.”
“It has whipped cream.”
“No.”
“It has COOKIE PIECES!!.”
“No.”
Babygirl crossed her arms dramatically. “You’re ruining my life.”
Mama ordered anyway.
One latte for herself.
One hot chocolate for her grumpy baby, with extra whipped cream and marshmallows.
When the drink was handed over, bubba stared at it.
“…I forgive you.”
“I thought you would.” mama chuckles as she takes a sip of her drink
The toy shop was full of chaos. Bubba wanted everything.
A purple bunny stuffie.
Sparkly stickers.
A stuffie frog.
A book.
A new blankie.
“Mama, please.”
“One toy.”
“That feels unfair, mama”
“One.”
Babygirl dramatically flopped against Mama’s arm.
“You’re so strict.”
“And yet you still adore me.”
Little one grumbled. Eventually she chose a floppy bunny stuffie and carried it around like precious treasure.
By the time they got home, little one was exhausted and in need of a change. She kicked off her shoes at the door and immediately climbed into Mama’s arms.
“Tired, bubba?”
“No.”
Mama adjusted her arm around little so she could check her nappy. “Oh? Then why are you falling asleep on me?”
“No proof.”
Mama laughed and guided little one up the stairs and into her bedroom. But before laying her down, Mama paused.
“Baby?”
“Mhm?”
“I think we need one more nappy change before nap time.”
Babygirl groaned dramatically.
“Noooo.”
“Yes.”
“I’m too sleepy.”
“I know, sweetheart”
Mama laid her down gently and handed bubba her paci. Babygirl clutched her new bunny dramatically while Mama changed her.
“This is the worst day ever.” Mama smiled. “You got hot chocolate, a new bunny, and a nap.”
“…second worst.”
“That sounds more accurate.”
Once she was clean and comfy again, Mama helped her into soft pajamas and tucked her into bed. Babygirl immediately reached for her.
“Cuddle.” Mama climbed in beside her. Bubba curled into her chest, bunny tucked between them. Mama rubbed slow circles against her back.
“Did you have a good day, sweetheart?” A sleepy nod.
“Even with mama being so strict?” A tiny smile. “You’re still a little mean, mama” Mama kissed her forehead. “And you’re very spoiled.”
“…only a little.”
“Very.” mama kissed her nose playfully Babygirl yawned.
“Love you, Mama.”
“Love you more, bubba.”
Within minutes, she was fast asleep, warm, clean, cuddly and holding both Mama and her new bunny. 🎀
Me and mama are both around today so feel welcome to send any asks over to us! 💗 ⭐️ 🎀
Me and mama are both around today so feel welcome to send any asks over to us! 💗 ⭐️ 🎀
You are mummying me again....
......don't stop 🎀
🎀 The house was quiet except for the soft hum of rain against the windows and the faint rustle of blankets as babygirl shifted dramatically for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes.
“Mmmph.”
From the kitchen, Mama looked up from stirring her coffee. “That sounded suspiciously like someone who should be asleep.”
“Noooo,” came the muffled whine from the sofa.
"I think you mean yes, sweetheart"
Mama walked into the lounge and chuckled to herself, bubba was laying on her belly on the sofa frowning at the tv. As soon as mama sat down, little one curled against Mama’s chest while trying to maintain her fake indignation.
Mama patted bubba's padded bottom and rubbed her back
“Mamaaa.”
“Yes, baby?” mama placed a soft kiss on her baby's nose
“You’re doing it again.”
Mama blinked innocently. “Doing what?”
Little one huffed, poking Mama’s arm. “Mummying me.”
“Mummying you?”
“Yes.” She buried her face into Mama’s jumper. “You keep being all… mama.”
Mama’s expression softened instantly.
“Oh sweetheart.” Her fingers drifted through little one’s hair slowly. “What exactly does being ‘all mama’ mean?”
Little one grumbled quietly.
“The forehead kisses.”
“Mhm.”
“The blanket stealing.”
“I gave that blanket back.”
“The voice.”
“My voice?”
“You use your soft voice when you know I’m sleepy.”
Mama smiled knowingly. “And?”
Bubba peeked up at her with a pout that wasn’t remotely convincing.
“And the cuddles.”
“The cuddles are a problem?”
“They make me all…” She waved her hand vaguely. “Tiny.”
Mama kissed the tip of her nose.
“That may be because you are my tiny girl.”
Little one let out the most dramatic groan imaginable.
“Mama is mummying me again.”
Mama laughed softly, warm, quiet, fond.
“I absolutely am.”
“That’s illegal.”
“It’s actually very encouraged.”
“By who?”
“Me.”
Bubba tried very hard not to smile.
Failed horribly.
Mama adjusted the blanket around both of them and kissed her forehead.
“You know,” she murmured, “I’ll keep mummying you for as long as you need.”
Little one’s entire fight disappeared at that. Her arms tightened around Mama’s middle. “What if I need it forever?” Mama didn’t hesitate.
“Then forever sounds perfect.”
Little one went very still before whispering: “Okay.”
Mama tilted her chin upward gently.
“Okay what, sweetheart?”
“Okay… you can keep mummying me.” Mama grinned.
“How generous of you.”
“I know.”
Another forehead kiss.
“Mama?”
“Yes, babygirl?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“And?”
Little one snuggled impossibly closer. “…don’t stop.” 🎀
A very special mama ♥️
Today was a very special day, it was mamas birthday and bubba had the whole day planned out of how they were to celebrate. When she arrived at mamas house last night she brought in a bunch of bags that she hid away from mama, it was a surprise of course so mama couldn’t see any of it.
It was now the next day and babygirl had set her alarm super early, making sure it was on her watch so it wouldn’t wake mama up too. She successfully managed to tip toe out of bed without waking her, trying not to giggle as mama lets out a snore before rolling over and snuggling back into her pillow. She nods in approval before making her way back downstairs, she needed to set up now before mama woke up.
It isn’t long before bubba had the living room all set out, mama presents were all wrapped neatly and lined up in a row, a photo frame filled with a bunch of colourings and drawings babygirl had done for mama. Slotted right in the corner was a picture of mama and bubba that they took at the Photo Booth at the fun fair they went to a few weeks ago, both pulling silly faces at the camera. There was a banner and balloons scattered around, just to make sure mama knows it’s for her. Bubba nods happily as she praises herself “Good jobs bubba.” She smiles and it isn’t long until she’s make her way back upstairs to the bedroom. She holds a tray with a cup of coffee, some fresh juice, some waffles and some yoghurt with fruit on it making sure to be extra careful as she makes her way up the stairs to the bedroom to wake up her mama.
As soon as she opens the door she can see mama sat up in bed, as soon as she spots her babygirl she smiles “There she is, I was just about to come looking for you.” Bubba smiles excitedly rushing over to mama crinkling with every step, mama quickly reaches out to steady the tray “Gentle baby, no need to rush.”
Bubba nods in understanding “Sorry mama, careful steps.” She sets the tray on the bed before climbing into mama lap rubbing her nose agasint her “Happy birthday to youuuuuu mama!” She lets out a giggle as mama tickles her sides playfully “Stop its, you’ll make me wee myself mama!” The room fills with laughter as mama pulls her close again for a cuddle “That’s okay, you have your nappy.” She pats her bum gently with a hum “Even though someone needs a change.”
Babygirl hides her face in mamas chest again letting out a shy grumble “I make you breakfast. That firsts.” Mama smiles as she reaches down to the tray next them, her fingers tracing over the paper flowers bubba had made for her laid out in the tray “I can see darling, thank you very much. Mamas favourites.” She kisses her head before babygirl moves off her lap. They stay in bed next to eachother as mama has her breakfast in bed. She of course still shared with her babygirl, feeding her every bite as they watched morning tv together, savouring the comfortable silence and eachothers company.
It isn’t long before babygirl is jittering to get mama to come downstairs to see her surprise, after mama coaxes her to have a change babygirl is particularly dragging her down the stairs, making sure to cover mamas eyes before they make their way to the living room.
“Okies sit here mummy, anddddddd ta-da!” Bubba removes her hands from mamas eyes to show her all the presents and the birthday display she spent the morning setting up for her. She shifts nervously as she watches mamas face, hoping she likes it all.
Mama looks around at everything with a soft smile, reaching first for the frame with all the colours and drawn pictures, smiling softly at one picture of two stick figures surrounded by hearts, with wonky writing of mama and bubba labelling who was who in the photo. Her smile grows even more as she sees the photo of them at the fair, that was on of her favourite days recently with her little one. She couldn’t help but tear up a little at it all, she just felt so lucky. To have bubba and this little life they have.
Bubba twists her fingers on her t-shirt nervously as she asks quietly “You like it’s mama?”
Mama turns to bubba and nods her head “I love it darling, come here.” She reaches her arms out and babygirl dives into them, wrapping her arms and legs around her tightly. Mama smooths her hair and hugs her back just as tightly “It’s perfect sweetheart, mama loves it all. She’s so grateful. So lucky.” She plants kisses all over her little one’s face making her giggle.
Bubba places both her hands on mamas cheeks and nods her head “I glads. I want it special, for a very special mama on her day.”
Mama nods putting her hands ontop of babygirls her eyes soft “Thank you darling, I really do appreciate it. I love you my little star.”
Bubba eyes sparkle as she presses a kiss to mamas cheek “I love you too mummy. More than the stars. We gotta open your presents and then we can have a cosy birthday day!” She wriggles in mamas arms excited again but mama tightens her hold on her.
“We will in a second darling, what mama really wants is a longgggg cuddle with her baby. You can’t deny that on her birthday can you?” She pouts playfully and babygirl laughs “Okies mama, cuddle.” She snuggles back into mama, popping her paci in and quietly suckling on it whilst mama wraps her up in a tighter hug. Her eyes involuntarily start to get sleepy as mama rubs circles on her back gently.
The room was filled with quiet for a second as they have this movement together. Mama looks around at everything again, her heart and soul happy. There was so much love between them, and there is nowhere they would both rather be than just right here. 💜
Mwah ❤️
