Loved your little!Trinity Headcanons!!! Could you do something with her needing to go to Baran for something (maybe after a tantrum?)
Trinity’s whole body ached. She was exhausted, crumpled on her bedroom floor as her chest rose and fell in jagged sharp breaths. It didn’t happen often. Trinity was good at keeping everything inside. Bottling emotions in a tightly screwed bottle until something small would smash it right open. And today had been one of those days - when the pressure burst her right open. Headstrong, snarky Santos, had become sad, broken Trinity. It had made quite a mess too - her room was in disarray. Pillows and blankets thrown across the floor, toys kicked over and books strewn around. Her skin hadn’t gotten off easily either, red welts burning down her thighs and forearms where she’d tried to claw her way out of her body - as if that would’ve made it all better. None of that mattered much to Trinity though, all she cared about was her brand new build a bear which had become victim to a toppling glass of juice. The bear, with once pink and orange fur, lay between Trinity’s bedside table and the plastic tinkerbell cup, now covered in dark purple black currant juice. She felt sick looking at it. Baran had taken all of the littles out to build a bear only a couple of weeks ago, wanting to do something special when they had the day off to get to know them all better. Trinity had been so hesitant, standing back a little bit while Dennis and Victoria had gawked over all the soft stuffies to pick from. Samira was helping Emma pick out which one she wanted and that left Trinity standing back, all alone. Until Baran had come over and helped Trinity pick, stuff, and dress her bear. But now it was ruined.
She crawled across her bedroom floor, until she could reach out and grab the stained bear. She’d ruined everything. Guilt rose like bile in the back of her throat - Trinity needed to confess. On shaky legs, Trinity rose slowly. There weren’t many people home today. If she remembered correctly, only Baran and Jack. Given that Jack would be sleeping after the night shift - Trinity knew she’d be able to confess without anyone else knowing how much of a mess she’d caused. She would clean her room herself, of course, but she had to at least admit what she’d done first. “Bee?” She called out, tiptoeing on socked feet down the hallway towards the living room.
“I’m in here Trin!” Baran called out from the kitchen, her voice light and warm. Trinity almost turned away at the comfort the voice brought her. She didn’t deserve that. She’d ruined her bear. Still, driven by guilt and knowing it would only be worse if she lied, Trinity moved forward. She tucked Mae, the bear, behind her back, burying the lede. Baran was standing behind the counter, mixing a bowl of what looked like oatmeal cookie dough. “Oh baby,” her face dropped when she saw Trinity - unexpected. She rounded the kitchen counter and came to hold Trinity’s shoulders gently. “What happened?” Trinity realised only then how she must have looked. Her face flushed and damp, her hair tangled and tugged out of its pony tail, and then of course her arms and legs which she hadn't thought to hide - covered in thick red welts. But Trinity did not deserve this consolence, she had not earned this comfort.
“Uhm, I ruined my bear, I’m sorry.” She revealed Mae and her stained fur.
“Oh, babe, that’s ok. We can clean her easy.” Baran’s voice remained gentle, her hands remained soft. Oh.
Trinity burst into tears - heavy sobs bursting out of her chest. She’d been expecting to be scolded and shamed. Not whatever this was. Baran pulled Trinity into her arms, swaying her gently. “You’re ok, it’s ok, you're not in trouble.”
They stayed like that for a while, Baran just rocking Trinity until her tears stopped. “Sorry,” the little croaked, scrubbing at her face with her sleeve.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” Baran promised, wiping the tears away more gently. “I can fix up Mae, but I want to help you out first ok?” Trinity whined in frustration, pressing the bear towards Baran. “Ok, Mae first. Go sit on the couch Trin, I’ll just go put her in the wash.”
Trinity shuffled over to the lounge room and slumped onto the couch, curling her knees up to her chest. It only took a few minutes later, and like she promised, Baran returned. This time - with a damp washcloth and a sippy cup of water. “I’m going to wipe your arms and legs ok baby? Just to make sure there aren’t any yucky germs, can you drink this for me?” Trinity nodded, taking the sippy cup and drinking from it diligently while Baran gently wiped over the red scratches on Trinity’s limbs. “There we go, all clean.”
“Thank you,” Trinity whispered, looking down in shame.
“It’s no trouble baby,” Baran cooed, ducking down to catch Trinity's eyes. “If something like this happens again you can always come to me, ok?”
Trinity nodded, slipping into Baran’s lap. “Ok.”