Author's notes: Grandma, prompt #6, mother love. Inspired by fic simplicity's prompt #22, diapers. Based on Marriott's contention that Lucille died giving birth to Alan. These drabbles counted up as 100 words by OpenOffice; this site's word count often disagrees.

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"You poor little thing."

Grandma rubbed medicated cream on the baby's bottom, soothing the rash that set him wailing. She diapered him snugly, then picked him up, holding him to her shoulder, rubbing his back and rocking as she did. The baby's head drooped; his thumb found its way into his mouth. Blond fluff moved under her breath as she put him to bed.

"You poor little thing," she whispered again, smoothing a hand over his head. "To never know your mama. I guess I'll have to be mama to you... at least until your daddy's up to the job."