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Disclaimer: ACOTAR and its characters belong to Sarah J Maas. The idea for this story came from a prompt by .s on Instagram.
Year Three
Their child had finally grown out of her crib. Just a few days ago, in fact. The girl and the boy had heard the adults talking about it for days before - not they the two knew what they meant.
A "bed"? What could that be?
It had been three days - three whole days - since the humans had taken away the crib.
The boy was still moping in the closet.
The girl remembered "The Great Crib Heist," as it had been dubbed by the boy, perfectly.
It had started in the middle of the day. There had been a big ruckus - a huge one in fact - complete with their child screaming.
The boy had joined that tune with a mute one of his own minutes later.
The crib had the fortune to be positioned in the corner of the room, right under a window. In may cases, this was ideal for the boy. Great places to snuggle up, less interruptions, etc. (He really did like the space for the etcetera.)
This time, he had had nowhere to run. Not as the adults started to lift the crib and - lo behold - the boy as well, clinging to the bottom for dear life.
The girl had been rudely awoken when adults almost knocked over the closet. The whole ordeal had ended with her face smushed against the crack - but on the bright side, she also figured out that the boy was in trouble.
And she knew the perfect way to get him out of it.
Three years of living in the closet had equipped her with enough time and patience to create an escape route - she liked to think ahead, she had argued with the boy.
As she slipped out of a small hole in the back, she thought over how she could hold this incident over his head.
Ah, he'd hate it.
The girl tiptoed behind the furniture and piles of toys stacked around the edge of the room. The adults were still struggling to move the crib - the boy was doing all he could to slow them down with what little strength he had.
The girl threw a bouncy ball at him.
Well, rolled was the appropriate term. But whatever she did was enough to dislodge him from the underside of the crib, and with what impeccable aim she had, and land him in the arms of a teddy bear, under which he hid until the adults vacated the room.
"Come with me," the girl hissed. Before the boy could argue, she had grabbed the lapels of his shirt, dragging him behind and finally into the closet.
"Whoa," the boy said, wings flaring, as he looked at the girl's room. "This is soo cool."
The girl smirked. "I know," she said matter-of-factly.
"Good."
"Good."
And that was that.
It took him fifteen minutes before he was moaning about the new bed.
A/N:
Eyyy, I'm back! This chapter was partially inspired by some other story, which featured a toy poodle, and somehow that merged with a mop and then fanfiction? 'Twas confusion.
Also, it's Christmas! Well, here it's around 11 o'clock as I'm writing this, but still! Happy Holidays! No matter what holiday (or lack thereof) you celebrate, most places have break, and that's always good! Yay!
I'm watching "Santa's path" on the google santatracker, and it brings back so many memories. Welp, he'll be arriving in 2 1/2 hours.
Random Fact: I'm an atheist who believes in an afterlife and other spiritual stuff, if that makes sense, and celebrates a multitude of holidays from a multitude of religions.
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