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@fatalelity​ / @malbloom said   ⇾   footsteps rumble like a marching band drum. mallory’s running, seemingly looking offended. “mama! mama! why did you go to disneyland without ME?!” she huffs, she pouts, holding up a picture frame of her two moms CLEARLY living the fairytale.

MONTBLOOM FAM CHICCY NOODLE SOUP FOR THE SOUL.

at the sound of such booming footsteps   —   almost purposefully loud,  if you ask her,   lauren glances up...  and she’s pretty damn sure she’s seen that exact look on her wife’s face more than once when she’s been really,  really mad.  shit.  

so,  color her relieved to find mallory’s complaint  —  while clearly important to her  —  is relatively trivial overall.  still,  lauren’s heart pounds as she tries to get her nerves to settle,  mind still a step behind as it races to try and come up with something she might’ve done to enrage her kid even though the mystery’s already solved.  setting her tablet to the side,  a moment is taken to try and come up with the right words  —  god,  addison’s almost always so much better at this.

“okay,  you’re upset,  i see that and i uh  —  i get it,  i’d be pretty pissed in your shoes,”   and not just cuz they’re so tiny,   the urge to utter the ‘dad joke’ aloud is swallowed as fingers drum against her thigh in an attempt at self-regulation.  she hadn’t done anything wrong, and it’s not like malmal’s fury lasts all that long,  so why is she so nervous?  

why does she feel so guilty?

“hey,  look at me,  baby.  that was before you were even born.  ‘n it’s not like we don’t plan on ever taking you,  because we do!  i promise!  mommy and i have just been so busy and we wanted to wait ‘til you were bigger so you could enjoy it more,  y’know?”   a pause as she offers a half-smile,   “why don’t we make plans for a family meeting?  you,  mommy,  and me,”   and before it’s too late she manages to remember an important addendum,   “plus whichever of your stuffed animals you think should be kept in the loop,  of course...  and all of us together,  we figure out a plan for when we’re all gonna go together,  ‘kay?”

[politicalgenius]

@malbloom​ / @fatalelity​ said   ⇾   “your dress is so pretty, auntie mellie!!” beams mallory as she stares at the former president with awe. “you look like a princess!”

THE LOST MALMALGRAM,   always accepting malmal content.

“you’re too sweet,  malmal,”   mellie laughs lightly,  gaze adoringly fixed on her goddaughter,   “but i think the one who looks like a real princess here is you,”   she’s startled at the relative ease with which she manages to crouch down while maintaining her balance  —  in heels it’s no easy task,  but being on mallory’s level makes the challenge especially worth it,   “i think we should get you a tiara one day soon,  every princess needs one and we’ve got to make sure everyone knows about you being a princess,  don’t we?”    

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@malbloom​ / @fatalelity​ said   ⇾   tiny mallory comes waddling into the living room, in a white coat that’s clearly way too big for her as the sleeves swallow her arms with ease. she tries to run, but trips once. “hi i’m doctor bwoom, hehe!” she giggles but not before stepping on the tail of the coat, slipping, and landing on her bum.

A MALMAL-GRAM!

if there’s one thing she’s learned in her time as an emergency physician?   it’s that kids are pretty damn resilient.  still,  it’s hard not to cringe when her own kid’s the one falling down...  especially when it’s twice in such a short time span.   “you okay,  baby?”   somehow she manages an actual smile as she stands and moves to lift mallory back onto her feet.  

after deciding in the last moment to just pick her daughter up,  lauren walks to sit back down,  holding the child close and kissing her hair before brushing a loose strand from her face and loosening her grip so she can actually make eye contact.   “well,  doctor bloom,  you can’t help many patients if you’re falling over,  can you?  i’m thinkin’ we should find you a white coat in your own size,  huh?  with your name on it and everything.  sound like a good idea?” 

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@malbloom​ / @fatalelity​  said   ⇾   little mallory deviously grabs the jar of chocolate chips off the kitchen counter as she jumps off, landing on her two small feet (not without a little tumble, of course) as she laughs merrily whilst rejoicing her victory. “moa choccy chips!!” she shouts before digging in her tiny hands, grabbing as much as she could before stuffing her face

UNPROMPTED,   always accepting.

god,  she’s tired.   sleep had been almost impossible to come by,  which had seemed manageable at the time with the knowledge that it was her day off.  yeah,  as she’d drifted in and out of sleep lauren hadn’t been too concerned with the potential fallout as the day unfolded  —  sure,  mallory’s home for the day too,  but with a little luck?  that would be a breeze.

she’d known the second her daughter had woken up that luck wasn’t on her side.  how the hell does one person have so much energy?  especially a person as small as malmal?  it’s a question lauren’s been asking herself for hours as she’s dragged herself around,  trying as hard as she can to keep up.

it hasn’t been going well,  to put things mildly.

to arrive in the kitchen just in time for her kid to hop off the counter with the chocolate chips feels...  well,  it’s pretty consistent with how the day’s been going.  how the hell had mallory managed to get up there at all?  a moment passes,  and in that time lauren realizes that...  well,  maybe it’s not the time to ask those sorts of questions.  especially as malmal lets out what sounds like a victory cry as if she’s just won some sort of battle.

instead,  lauren sighs and leans against the doorway,  eyes locked on the child in all her apparent joy at having succeeded in obtaining her ‘treat’    ❪  the kid’s a damn chocolate fiend,  isn’t she?  like she’s part bloodhound except with the uncanny ability to track down chocolate  ❫.   “you sure you wanna eat all those chocolate chips,  baby?  you could make yourself pretty sick,”

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@malbloom​ said   ⟶   "mama! mama! i made you a 'lelephan dwawing — and and! mommy took me to buy a bwoo cuppycake just for you! happy birthday!" 

LAUREN’S BIRTHDAY!,   accepting.

“you sure about that?”   she looks the drawing in question over carefully,   “hmmm,  i don’t know,  this looks like an original rembrandt to me.  maybe even a van gogh.  mhmm,  yep,  definitely worth millions.  i’ll treasure it for the rest of my life,”

she can recall a time not all that long ago where she’d loathed her birthday  —  it’d signaled nothing but loneliness and sadness and a reminder of everything wrong in her life...  that feeling is so far gone now that lauren’s sure she doesn’t know what it’d actually felt like.  

now?  now she’s pulling her daughter to sit on her lap with more love in her heart and more happiness flowing through her veins than she’d once thought possible.   “and a blue cuppycake just for me?  wow!  aren’t i the luckiest?”   lauren presses a kiss to mallory’s hair before tucking a strand behind her ear,   “thank you so much,  baby,”    

[ohmygarland]

@malbloom​ sent a letter:   “i made you pumpky choco cookie i hope you like them!!” mallory’s eyes beam with excitement, even though the truth is she wasn’t raised to believe in santa.

MALMAL GRAMS,   always accepting.

“oh my garland!”   there’s a beaming smile on her lips as she looks from the cookies to mallory,   “i love cookies.  i love all cookies.  i haven’t had pumpky choco cookies before,  but i’m sure i’ll love them too  —  especially because they’re from my new friend!”

[altmanmd]

@malbloom​ said    ⟶   "i like your hat, pretty doctor lady!" beams the child, pointing at the vibrantly pink hat on her head. "are you a hat doctor? you have so many hats!"   (yes we ignore the fact that malmal would technically be there after silly hat day shhh it's now silly hat week)

MALMAL CONTENT,   accepting.

she can’t help but to laugh,   a sense of delight coursing through her at the wonder of a child.  “thank you,  mallory,  that’s very kind.  you’re very sweet,”   at the words,  she takes the hat off her head and holds it out to the little girl.   “here,  you can have it.  like you said,  i have a lot of hats.  to answer your question though:  no,  no i’m a heart doctor.  i help fix people’s hearts.  and you can call me teddy,”

[lorelaithesecond]

@malbloom​ said   ⟶   cue a happy, chipper, and tiny three year old mallory clapping her hands and chanting, "coffee! coffee! coffee!!"

MALMAL HOURS,   always accepting.

“yes!!  yes,  coffee’s the best,”   the declaration is solid and confident,   “you’re waaay too young though,  even rory didn’t start drinking coffee til she was like ten.  besides,  your moms are doctors and i’m pretty sure they could kill me and make it look like an accident.  now,  i do have some cake if you want some cake!  cake’s fun too,  right?”