A Gift for the very talentend and lovely @colourstreakgryffin who´s amazing Work : Hourly Craze - inspired me to write the following little Scene and to add a bit Content to the Momvette Verse ^^.
There was a lot of excitement and work hustle and bustle in Velvette's studio.
The teenage overlord had her hands full preparing the fashion show that evening, working on more designs, yelling at her employees and models to do a damn better job and keeping an eye on you.
The last part wasn't particularly difficult, as you, at almost 2 years old, are so attached to your Momvette and follow her everywhere.
Sometimes you clung to her leg , so that Velvette had to limp around her tasks. Sometimes she carried you a little awkwardly on her hip while, one hand gently pressed your upper body against her own to ensure a somewhat secure hold.
"This won't work! This design is a complete disaster! Ruffles have been out of fashion for decades!" - the designer's angry voice echoed through the entire studio.
You could sense that Velvette was under a lot of stress.
An upcoming fashion show like this , always involves a lot of work, time and stress.
For a few days that Velvette spent on intensive preparation, she often went back to the studio after putting you to bed in the evening to make further changes.
Of course, Velvette took the baby monitor and a small VoxTek baby monitor with her.
Vox had been working on it especially since you were recorded and thus brought a new product range onto the market.
This fashion show was important for Velvette and, if successful, would guarantee more sales, a greater reach for her presence and her status as an overlord.
She would have plenty of opportunities to make posts for social media and the like and thanks to Vox's reach on TV she would secure a slot for the live broadcast in addition , to the live stream online. It just had to be a success.
You wanted to take some of your momvette's stress away and distract her.
Maybe you could make her laugh?
Like that time when she filmed a vlog and you treated Uncle Vox with the doctor's suitcase toy and treated all his Ouchies on his hand and the screen… Velvette laughed really hard and happily that day.
“Momy?” - you said quietly and normally the simple approach works.
But Velvette quickly walked through her studio, gave further instructions and told a few of her models not to eat a donut or other sweet treat before the show.
You tilted your head for a moment as Velvette stopped in front of the rolls of fabric , in the back of the studio and critically examined the already cut ends of the fabric with one hand.
So you changed your tactics and playfully tried to grab one of your momvette's skull earrings with one hand.
“Nah-Nah Dollface, they're off limits!” - Vevlette only spoke in a stressed tone, which made you giggle innocently, but you took your hand back and instead put both hands around the teenager's neck and snuggled up to her.
“Momy nap. Momvette break… by by work?" - you said innocently as Velvette went to one of the workstations to examine the sketches so far.
"Break? Momvette doesn't have time for that now. The fashion show is in a few Hours, it has to be perfect!" - Velvette just mumbled and ignored your attempts to reduce the increasing stress and bad mood in her by bobbing up and down on her arm several times.
"Dollface, if you don't stop fooling around, Momvette will put you in the Playpen, got it?!" - came Velvette in a slightly annoyed tone, who picked up a sketch of her coworkers with her free hand and just rolled her eyes.
"That's so 2002! What am I paying you for, huh!" - Velvette hissed angrily at the employee, crumpled the sketch with her hand and threw it in her coworker's face.
You knew how much Velvette liked having you around, whether she was holding you in her arms or you wanted to cling to her leg, you didn't like the threat of being banished to the Playpen.
So for the moment you listened to , what your momvette wanted from you. And kept quiet.
"I'm only surrounded by amateurs! Unbelievable!", - Velvette cursed as she came to a standstill for a moment and didn't walk back and forth like a calm tiger.
"Coffee! I need coffee! Melissa!", - Velvette called and Melissa, who was sewing a piece of fabric, stopped, stood up and came towards you.
"Come right now, Miss Velvette," Melissa said submissively.
"Baby coffee too!", - you said pleadingly and clapped your hands once, which you had now released from your almost constant grip on Velvette's neck.
"Urgh….fine by me! Melissa bring a caffeine-free babychino with you! And hurry up!” said Velvette and you watch as Melissa quickly rushes out of the studio towards the elevators.
Velvette soon started walking back and forth again, stressed, putting her employees and models under even more stress and pressure to work harder.
Your teenage mother's stress , slowly started to transfer and even the coffee for Velvette and the caffeine-free mini baby chinos for you couldn't change that.
"One hour! I want to see final results!", - Velvette's voice echoed through the studio after she had put you down briefly to swipe on her smartphone, change your clothes into an exact mini copy of her own outfit and take a photo of it.
She loved putting you in outfits and using you as a learning effect for her employees because you usually looked cuter and much better in the outfits.
When Velvette wanted to record a little video of you climbing down from the little stool in your mini outfit of her own outfit and reaching for her hand…but you preferred to reach for your current favorite stuffed animal that was on the chair next to it.
"Hey, hey! Dollface, look to Momvette! You can play with your stuffed animal later, OK?", - said Velvette and tried to draw your attention back to her with an additional snap of her fingers.
"Momvette! Wanna Baby Val!", - you said in a whining tone and pointed to the merchandise plush toy version of Valentino.
"I know, I know. Right after that, then you can cuddle Baby Val to death as long as you want! But first, look at Momvette!", said Velvette and crouched down once , as you believed this promise and climbed down from the stool, turned around once and then grabbed Velvette's hand.
"….Matching outfits! Coming soon in the new toddler collection, but limited versions only! Aren't we devilishly cute?", - Velvette ended the short video, after she had pointed the camera at you and herself and also kept her promise and pressed the Valentino plush toy… or Baby Val as you called it, into your hands, and then picked you up again with a fluid movement.
Satisfied and a little calmed down, you pressed the plush toy to you and gave first 'Baby Val' and then your Momvette a toddler kiss on the cheek.
"You're lucky that you're so damn sweet, Dollface!", - Velvette said absently and patted your head once with her free hand.
Maybe she could now take a quick breather and…..
The doors of the elevator to the studio opened and Valentino came through the open doors of the elevator with a gun and a pissed off expression.
"THAT DAMN WHORE! I'VE DONE SO MUCH FOR HIM! FUCK!”
And with these words, Valentino, in his unbridled rage over Angel Dust's departure from the V-Tower, attacked the best model Velvette had, and then began to destroy a part of Velvettte's studio and fire a few warning shots into the air in his fit of rage.
“Damn it Valentino!” - Velvette cursed, now a little more annoyed, and dialed the short number for Vox on her cell phone display.
Her show would take place! She had worked too hard for it in the last few days. And just because Valentino had ripped her best model to pieces, the show would not be canceled.
Velvette was aware of this and so were you, because when Uncle Vox appeared on the small screen and you waved a hello with the 'Baby Val' plush toy, you heard Velvette's quiet, impatient snort, before the conversation between Velvette and Vox came to the conclusion, that Vox should get his ass over here , because Valentino is having another tantrum and is wrecking her studio into pieces.
While Valentino continues to curse loudly in the background and drives the employees of Velvette's studio away from their workstations, screaming and running in panic.
This additional stress doesn't bother you.
It wasn't the first time you'd witnessed Valentino's outburst live and it wouldn't be the last.
But you feel safe in your Momvette's arms.
And maybe at the end of the fashion show tonight, the ongoing stress would also fall away from her.
Because Momvette once told you that even in hell, stress can lead to gray hair and wrinkles.
