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the flip urge to have my own tiny one who’ll fidget with my hands anytime they’re nervous or upset - i’d gently pull them onto my lap and cuddle them, softly rocking us side to side, letting my baby know that i’m here for them and sometimes it’s okay just to sit in silence.

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“ aww ! who’s momma’s sweet puppy? ah, it is you !!! you’re mama’s precious angel !! such a good pup . . . ! ” - ♡

“ awee, my baby is so blushy today ! is it cause mama loves spoiling her sweet angel with all her love? mhmmhm, mommy loves you so much! i have to show and tell the world how adorable my little cutie pie is, the sweetest, most precious darling . . . ”

my baby being so tiny and nonverbal, resting on me after a long day of being big or masking their regression, listening to their soft breathing as i gently rub / pat the tiny one's back— lulling them to sleep with sweet murmurs and coos, brushing their hair out of their face so i could kiss their forehead . . . “mama's here, she'll protect her little angel from any nightmares, sweet dreams, mama’s sweet dove.” — ♡

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