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“Y/N baby, please can Mummy put you down?” Narcissa asked you, sighing when you shook your head. “Want Mama,” you mumbled with your hand in your mouth. Taking a deep breath in, your mother carried on holding you as she single-handedly grabbed her book and walked outside into the gardens. Making her way towards the hammock, Narcissa shifted you in her arms before she carefully sat down in the hammock, keeping you in her arms at all times. Just how you liked it. Slowly lying down in the hammock, with her arm wrapped around you, Narcissa began to read her book as you rested your head on her chest. You found yourself growing tired of lying in the shade, and glanced at the book, pouting when you couldn’t read the words. “Mama?” You asked. “Yes, my little love,” Narcissa hummed, never taking her eyes off the page. “What are you doing?” You asked, staring at your mother inquisitively. Narcissa looked at you for a minute, smiling when she saw your eyes widen and sparkle as you waited for an answer. You looked so adorable, especially with that pink bow in your hair. The bow was actually your mother’s from when she was young.
“I’m reading a story,” your mother explained, pointing with her head at the book in her hands. Satisfied with her answer, you hummed as you continued to lay in your mother’s arms, inhaling her scent and smiling. You loved everything about your mother. She was your favourite out of everyone. She was perfect in your eyes. You snuggled up into her side, and giggled when she kissed your head. “My baby,” Narcissa murmured as you yawned. “My Mama,” you sleepily mumbled. As you felt sleep lull you over, you realised you didn’t actually want to go to sleep. Blinking your eyes awake, you took in your surroundings before your eyes landed back onto your mother. “Mama?” You asked. “What are you reading?”
Narcissa swallowed a laugh, when you asked her that. “A love story,” she answered, her eyes remaining on the page, even when you gasped. “A love story? Mama, can you read it t’me, please?” You pleaded. Just like your mother, you fawned over happy endings. Narcissa nervously looked at you, as she heard your request. “Not this chapter, darling,” Narcissa mumbled under her breath. Luckily for her, you didn’t push any further. However, that didn’t mean you were happy about it. Pouting, you snuggled up into her arms and rested your head on her chest. Looking up at the page, you managed to spell out a few words: “hand”, “blue”, and “kiss”.
Your eyes widened with disbelief when you saw that last word. “Mama!” You squealed, causing Narcissa to jump and almost drop her book. “You’re readin’ a grown-up book!” You whispered. Narcissa just laughed at your expression as she looked at you. “A grown-up book?” Your mother asked, with a hint of teasing in her voice when she saw you shake your head. “What makes it a grown-up book?” Your mother asked, closing her book shut once she slipped the bookmark into place. You didn’t respond. Instead, you pointed to the word, “kiss” and looked at your mother. “See! ‘s a grown-up book! Daddy told me that! He said “kiss” is naughty!” You explained, in hushed tones despite you and your mother being the only ones home. “Naughty?” Narcissa asked, laughing even more now than she had been previously. “It’s not naughty, my darling girl. Your Daddy just doesn’t want you to grow up,” Narcissa explained. You didn’t quite understand what she meant though as you furrowed your brows when your mother went back to reading.
Realising that she needed a serious talking-to, you made a note to tell your Papa Cyg when you saw him next.