365 Days of Drabbles, Day One Hundred Forty-One

For rix_scaedu: “Home alone with a toddler”>

(for as "alone" as anyone gets in this 'verse)

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Svetlana held little Ilya up by his hands, cooing, “Walk. Yes, that’s it, walk little one.” The baby grinned and gurgle, putting one foot in front of the other with increasing confidence.

“He’s doing well,” her ‘morph noted.

She walked slowly backwards, Ilya following, tiny hands gripping hers. “Haven’t I told you not to talk? Ever.”

“Sorry, mistress. But it is time.”

Something in the ‘morph’s tone made her stop, picking Ilya up in her arms to look out the window. A transport was parked outside. Stepping out was a pink bunnymorph.

“He doesn’t need one,” she hissed.

“Everyone does.”