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Chapter 1: Pinky Promise
Laura heard the sound of something falling to the floor and a distant, muffled "Uh oh".
"Carmilla? Are you okay, sweetheart?"
"Uh huh!" Carmilla responded, sounding strained. With a concerned frown, she got up and made her way into the living room where she had left Carmilla an hour ago. Legos were scattered all over the floor, an unfinished black and purple castle in the middle of the whole mess. And Carmilla's stuffed animals were sitting in a row facing the TV, which was playing The Nightmare Before Christmas, but the owner of the toys was nowhere to be seen.
Laura checked the kitchen next to find Carmilla sitting on the floor and holding onto her teddy tightly, her posture tense, broken pieces of Laura's Tardis mug strewn across the floor a few feet away from where she sat. The girl's eyes widened when she saw Laura, and she immediately began to tear up, gripping on tighter to the stuffed bear in her arms.
"I'm-- I'm sorry, Mama! I didn't mean to. I didn't m-mean to. Please don't be mad."
"It's okay, baby, I'm not mad." Laura sat on the floor in front of Carm, gently putting her arms around her. Okay, yeah, maybe she was a a little sad at first, her favorite mug being broken and all, but at the sight of her little girl crying, the mug became the least of her cares. "I'm not upset, okay? I'ts just a silly old mug, we can get another."
Carmilla sniffled, her eyes flitting across the room, looking everywhere but Laura. Laura could tell Carmilla's mind was going to bad places and that she wasn't listening. She was shaking slightly as the spoke again, "It was your favorite. I wanted to make you cocoa 'cause you like it a lot and I drop it but it was a accident. I didn't want to be b-bad. I'm sorry, Mama."
Laura bit her lip worriedly. "Look at me, princess." She cautiously put her hand on Carmilla's face so she could see her face. "I'm not upset with you. I promise. You're such a sweet little girl, thank you for thinking of me. You are definitely not bad. You are so, so good. There's nothing to be sorry about, baby."
Carmilla's lower lip trembled as she finally looked her in the eyes. "You're... you're not mad, Mama?"
Laura shook her head and smiled, "I'm not mad."
"Pinky promise?" she held out her pinky. Laura curled her own pinky around her's.
"Pinky promise," Laura wiped her little girl's tears away and was then going to kiss her cheek when Carm moved her face so Laura ended up kissing her lips instead. Laura laughed and pecked her lips again.
Carmilla grinned, "I gotcha!" Laura held her princess close and gave her an adoring look.
"You did, baby." They both sat there for a few moments, holding each other. Laura could tell when Carmilla was beginning to feel better, because she started getting restless.
"We gotta get another mug, Mama! And we can get one with Jack and Sally and you can have Sally and I can have Jack."
"You already have Jack and Sally sippies, don't you?" Laura raised an eyebrow and grinned, amused.
"But we gotta match! You don't use sippies, Mama. I wanna match you. Please?" Usually she puts on her best pout, since Carmilla knows Laura has a hard time saying no to it, but after the mug incident, Carmilla was understandably less confident, so instead she was trying to suppress a genuine pout, which actually just made it all the more difficult to resist.
Laura groaned good-naturedly and enveloped her in a hug. "Oh, okay, cutie."
Carmilla giggled and hugged Laura tighter. "Thank you, Mama! Let's go now!" Laura grabbed the keys from the counter as Carmilla pretty much dragged her out the door, glad she had changed out of her pajamas earlier, and even more so that she had someone as wonderful as her girlfriend.