Day nine of agepril, rain/patty-cake, I chose patty-cake!! @mitsukkii
Lil one shot featuring Rydel 🎹🫧 and little!reader 🧸
The living room was bright with late afternoon light. The faint hum of conversation drifted from the others nearby.
You sat cross-legged on the floor, small hands tucked close, eyes fixed on Rydel.
She smiled gently, leaning forward so she was closer to your level, her presence calm and warm. “You wanna play patty-cake?” she asked, her voice light, almost sing-song.
A small nod came from you.
“Okay,” she said, shifting so her knees touched yours. She lifted her hands, palms open, waiting. “Like this.”
Your hands hesitated before lifting to meet hers.
“Ready?” she asked softly.
Another nod.
She began, her movements slow and deliberate so you could follow.
“Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker’s man…”
Her hands met yours. Right, left. Gentle taps, careful not to rush. She watched your face more than your hands, adjusting her rhythm to match you.
“Bake me a cake as fast as you can…”
You missed a beat, your hands landing slightly off.
Rydel didn’t stop. She just smiled wider. “That’s okay, keep going.”
Her tone never changed, steady and patient.
“Roll it…” she mimed the motion, guiding your hands in a small circle.
“Pat it…” she lightly pressed your hands together.
“And mark it with a B…”
She paused, lifting one finger and gently tapping the air, waiting for you to copy. You did, a little slower.
“And put it in the oven for baby and me.”
The last motion ended with your hands pressing together again. Silence followed for a moment.
Then she tilted her head. “Wanna try faster?”
You nodded quicker this time.
“Alright,” she said, a playful spark in her eyes. “Ready?”
She started again, just a little quicker- but still careful, still matching you when you stumbled.
This time, your hands found the rhythm more easily. Tap, tap, clap. Roll. Pat.
A small laugh slipped out of you when your timing actually worked.
Rydel noticed immediately. “There you go,” she murmured softly.
“Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker’s man…”
Each round got smoother and each movement a little more certain. At one point, you started the rhyme before she did. She followed your lead without interrupting, letting you set the pace. By the time you finished, your hands stayed pressed against hers for a second longer than before.
Rydel didn’t pull away. She just smiled warmly. “Again?”
