NAME OF CHAPTER ; Picture
Type : fluff
With who? : Mel + fem child reader ( this is not romantic, Mel is your parent in this )
Requested by: ThatWifeOfEverybody
Warning: Small injury

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You painting a picture of your mother, you were outside while doing so. You loved your mother, reasonably so. Mel always made time for you, no matter what she was doing you were the most important thing. Most of the other counselors didn't understand.

You finished your picture and got up to play. Mel had this backyard with a swing and a garden. It was mostly for you because you loved swings and you loved growing plants. You saw these rocks, you also like to stack rocks on top of each other. You began to stack the rocks, you hadn't realized that you cut your hand on a sharp rock. Soon you had a little rock pile and you were happy. You still didn't feel the pain of the cut.

You picked up your thinking and went inside. You were shorter than were the door knob was so you had to get on your tipy toes to reach it. You began to turn the knob and that's when you began to feel the bad. You started to cry, dropping your things, you held your hands as hot salty tears fell down your soft face.

Mel was inside signing paper work, the work of a counselor never ends. She heard your cries from where she was sitting. Hearing you cry made her get up and open the back door. She sat down and asked, "What happened? " Her voice was soft and calming.

You were still crying but you answered, " M-my ha-h-hand. " Mel had raised you long enough to understand you when you where crying your eyes out like you were doing now. She picked you up and shushed you, " Shh, its fine. Now let's get you patched up. "

Mel sat you down on the couch as she went to the pantry to get the first aid kit. She got some peroxide, bandaids, and a paper towel. She put the paper towel and the coffee table. " Can you show me your hand? " You nodded and showed her. " Well isn't that pretty cut you go their. "

You knew what was going to happen next so you placed your hand on the paper towel. " This might feel cold. "

She poured a little peroxide onto your hand. It fizzed a bit, your hand was already getting a infection. After a bit the fizzing stopped and Mel put a bandaid on your hand.

" Thank you Mama. " You thanked her and looked at your hand. " No problem. Now, you said you were going to paint me a picture, can I see it? " Mel smiled as you ran back outside, she opened the door for you.

You picked up the picture of her. It was a messy stick figure but it was obvious it was her. It looked like any picture a four year old might make but Mel was still proud of you. " Thank you. "

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I know the request said the reader was two but its hard to write two year olds. Also the GIF at the top has nothing to do with this chapter I just love Ichabod crane so much