Soft!Abby Anderson X Cry Baby/Clingy!Reader ‹𝟹
Summary ↝ You're having a bad day, and the only person who knows how to cheer you up is Abby.
Content Warning ↝ Pure Fluff, Light Paraphilic Infantilization, Crying Reader, Mommy Pet Name. Modern AU
You are having the worst day possible. You answered a question incorrectly during the lecture, and everyone snickered. To add to your embarrassment, the professional made you come to the board so he could teach you how to solve it in front of everyone.
Your lip wobbled on the way to your seat. You didn’t want to walk out because everyone would think you were a big baby. To make matters worse, on your way back home, thunder roared through the sky, and dark clouds formed in front of your eyes. You are only a 5-minute walk away. ‘Please to whoever's above, don’t let me get caught in the rain,’ you say, begging.
Well, the universe was clearly not on your side today, because after 3 minutes, it started pouring. Hard. The rain was freezing cold, it was the end of fall, and you could feel winter pushing its way through. You didn’t have an umbrella because you rushed out of the house before you had a chance to check the weather.
You just sob for the rest of your walk, unable to keep your emotions contained. People were running past you, trying to escape the rain, some accidentally bumping you in the process. You wish the concrete under you would open and consume you whole.
Walking into your cottage, built purely by your lover, mud tracks behind every step you take. Abby turns around when she hears the door. She’s met with a tearing, lip-quivering baby. Your mascara was dripping down your face, mixed with the saline that left your eyes. She quickly took off her oven mitts and came over to you. “Oh, baby, did you get caught in the rain?” Her soft voice makes you sob more.
Abby doesn’t know if she should put you in the bath first or just hold you. She opts for the latter, grabbing the soon-to-be-wet blanket on the couch. Making a mental note to throw it in the washer with the rest of your soaked clothes. She puts you on her lap and takes off your shoes carefully. Then wraps you in the blanket, your body pressed against her front, and your head lying on her chest. “I’m sorry that happened to you, baby. I know how much you hate being unprepared for the weather.”
Abby would make sure to check the weather from this point on to make sure her angel had what she needed before heading out of the house. She places kisses on your soaked strands. Rocking you slowly as you sobbed. “Want me to get in the bath with you?” You nod, unable to form words because of the hiccups you keep producing.
She takes the blanket off you and brings you to the bathroom. You're standing in front of her, and when she looks at you, her heart pangs. You look so drained. She wants nothing but to bring you peace in this current moment. She is slowly taking off your clothes, lifting your arms above your head, and picking up your legs one at a time when it’s time to remove your pants.
She turns the drain stopper on and lets the warm water fill the tub. In the meantime, she removes your makeup, kissing you every once in a while when you make a broken sound. She’s being so gentle, trying her best not to set you off even more. The bath is now full, she grabs your rubber ducks you seem to love, and adds a little bath soap so there can be bubbles. She takes off her clothes and goes in first.
Picking you up and placing you on her lap, the two of you are fully covered with water, only being able to see your collarbones and higher. She grabs your hips so you can be perfectly pressed against her, your head falls on her chest naturally, and she’s holding you like her life depends on it. Abby notices your cries and can’t help but wonder if the rain was the only reason for them. “Baby? Tell me what's wrong. Was it just the rain making you upset?” You shake your head, turning your body so you can hide your face in her chest. She shifts you a little so it’s more comfortable for both of you.
She’s running her hands through your hair, giving you time to form your words. In your right hand, you have one of the yellow ducks she put in. “It’s not just the rain, Mommy, the whole day was bad.” You whimper, and she squeezes you a little, knowing the pressure helps you relax. “Talk to me, princess, tell me what else happened.” She’s rubbing your back softly, the warmth of the water and her hands easing you slightly.
“Well, I was rushing out the house and didn’t have time to study before class like I usually do, so I didn’t know everything on today’s lecture, and the professor called on me, and I got the answer wrong, and everyone laughed at me, and then he made me go in front of the class to solve the problem step by step. It was humilating Mommy, and then when I finally left, it started pouring, and I had no umbrella.” You say that all in one breath, the words spilling out of you like they could no longer be contained.
Abby could feel you squeezing your duck, needed something to hold on to. She cups your face and makes you look at her. “That’s really rough. It must have been very hard for you to experience that.” She says sealing a kiss on your lips, knowing the only thing you needed was reassurance and physical touch. “I’ll be sure to check the weather in the morning for you, my baby, and if I work before you’re awake, I’ll put it in your bag, okay?” You smile at her thoughtfulness, a lone tear sliding down your face. She takes her thumb and wipes it away.
“Thank you, Mommy. I’m sorry for being such a big baby. I know I cry over everything.” Abby coos at you. Her heart aches at your words. “No, baby. You shouldn’t apologize for how you feel. I would hate it if you kept all this in. Crying is your release. I don’t want you to change that. You could cry every second of the day, and I’ll still be right here with you”
You lean into the hand holding her face, looking into Abby’s devotion-filled eyes, “Always?” you ask. Abby laughs a little at your adorable tone. “Yes, sweetface, always.” Your tears are no longer falling, and that makes Abby smile. She stands both of you up, draining the water. She scrubs you gently and lets you rinse off while she scrubs herself, swapping turns under the water until you guys are both soap-free.
Then she grabs a towel off the rack, wiping you down. Once you're dry, she takes the bunny robe you love, puts it on you, tying the string and securing it around your waist. She pulls the hoodie over your hair and kisses your forehead. Once she has put on her own robe, she leads you to the bedroom. Dressing you in her clothes because she knows how much you love it, even though it's so big on your little frame.
After you are both dressed, she puts you on her hip and walks toward the kitchen. “I made your favorite meal, even made dessert, princess.” You hug her neck and press your cheek against hers, feeling nothing but pure appreciation. She plates the food on one big platter so both of you can eat together.
Abby sets the food on the island's top and pulls out the chair. Sitting you perfectly on her lap. She spoon feeds you, taking turns between you and her. You tell her you’re full by pushing the spoon away when she brings it to your lips. “Two more bites, need my baby big and strong.” You pout at her words but comply when she tilts her head to look at you. “Are you too full for dessert?” You shake your head, immediately bouncing a little on her lap in excitement.
She made your favorite pie and added whipped cream on top. Feeding you until you lean back against her with your hand on your belly. “Good girl,” She praises. Abby loves it when you’re full, you always have more energy afterwards, and sleep through the whole night instead of waking up sporadically.
She gets up and sits you on the chair. You get up wanting to be nowhere but by her side. Abby laughs. “Baby, I'm just going to wash my hands.” You squeeze her arm tight and nuzzle your face into it. “I just want to be next to you.” You mumble, worried about being too clingy.
You think Abby might find it annoying, but she loves it whether she admits it or not. She finds it adorable how you're always touching her in some way. After she washes her hands and dries them, she puts you back on her hip, bringing you over to the couch. She grabs a new blanket because the other one was wet and puts on your favorite show. Abby finds it ironic that you love murder mysteries. After about 10 minutes of watching, she hears your deep breaths, signaling that you’re fast asleep. She picks you up very carefully, not wanting to wake you, and brings you to the shared room.
She places you on the bed, softly tucking you in. You stir a little but quickly still, showing you haven't woken from your slumber. She leaves the room to go wash your wet clothes and blanket. Completing any other tasks she needed to while you slept.
Author's Note ↝ Oh, how I love being babied ‹𝟹 I also love babying my baby. Damn, maybe I am the switchiest switch who ever switched. Hope you enjoyed, sorry for any typos. I read kinda fast so I might've missed them.
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