Bathtime
Soft furry hands cupped bubbly water, lifting up piles of suds to admire and poke at, giggling with
joy as some of them blew away with little breaths. A small boat floated along, sometimes crashing into icebergs of bubbles, but never sinking. Tiny songs were cooed by little lips as the toddler splashed and played, watching waves form to send her little ship careening off course like it was on a
stormy sea. Splashes in bubbles were careful though – too many incidents of soap in the eyes were enough to keep from repeat incidents.
As the door opened to admit a
beautiful dark haired woman, the tot slipped beneath the water, hiding her head a bit under the bubbles and peaking out at her other Mommy. Little giggles were gurgled into the bath as the older female pretended not to see her daughter, crouched down in the tub and trying to hide. She was a sneaky kitty!
The black haired muse sneaked over to the bath, carefully nabbing her baby and smiling as the little one giggled, flicking a tail a bit and squirming all over. Mommy'd found her! This meant it was washing time and not playtime anymore. Soap was poured into soft pink hair, lathering it up and making more bubbles. The toddler blew at the suds once more, only to have some fall from her hair and land on her nose, tickling and itching at the same time.
Bubbles were soon drained, and the cold shower water poured over the chimera, causing her to whine and mew in protest, clinging to Mommy as her hair and furred body were rinsed off. But next came a fluffy towel to dry off, rubbed all over with the funny cloth and pulled into a freshly washed wool nightdress.
Long pink hair fell over the bed as she sat in Mommy's lap, the muse singing softly to her daughter as she brushed the tot's hair. Mews and coos were her child's attempts at going along with the tune, though she mimicked a word now and then. A little mass of hair was wrapped up and laid out on the pillow so it wouldn't muss or strangle at
night.
The dark haired angel turned the big light out then, leaving only a little nightlight of an owl on, singing her daughter to sleep again. As the one
sang, the child's second mother – a tall blonde – entered then, tucking her daughter in a second time and giving the little chimera kitten a hug and a kiss. The baby purred a bit, like the
cat creature she was, curling up and found herself drifting off, the last few words of Mommy's
music audible as the woman gave her a kiss on the forehead and left the room with her wife, still humming a lullaby for a tot, sweet as a cookie, curled up for another night of
dreams to prepare for another
day.
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