Hey everyone,
So today is going to be Bonus Wednesday - HUMP DAY! Sorry I like the camel and that silly commercial. So, as always, thank you to all my readers for your continued support. To NayaFan, UnholyUnderBoob, and Beaner008, thank you for your inspiration and encouragement.
This chapter doesn't have a lot of squick in it. The warnings in this chapter are talk of enemas and one very fast mention of rape.
Thank you all for reading and enjoy the rest of your week. Also randomly for all the glee fans, the previews for next week's episode. I am SO thrilled, because I selfishly think this might actually help me more my story along a little more.
Be well friends.
Marley woke up a few times during the night so when Rachel finally got up in the morning to see Santana sitting at the table nursing a very black cup of coffee, she frowned. "Anything I can do to help?" she offered.
"Yeah," Santana laughed. "Find me a solution where torture isn't the answer," she said.
Rachel nodded and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Where's Marley?"
"She's sleeping for now. She was up six time last night, which means I was up six times last night," Santana said and Rachel went to carry on conversation, but Santana stood up and starting pacing. "You know that I've failed right? You do know that," she said angrily and Rachel sat down with her cup of coffee watching Santana pace. "Six times and every time, she was saying she didn't want a baba, every single time, with tears in her eyes that just flowed. I couldn't take it," Santana said and Rachel went to say something, but Santana was finished, so Rachel sat quietly, to listen. "I can't do this to her. I can't make her go through something that is nothing but torturous memories for her and Miss Susan says I ultimately have no choice. How am I going to do this?" she asked staring at Rachel, who was now staring at her cup and thinking, not really paying too close attention to Santana. "I'm actually asking you!" Santana barked.
"Okay, first of all, stop yelling. You're voice is getting louder and if Marley is still sleeping, then we should let her do it. Secondly, how do you know for sure what Miss Susan does or doesn't want?"
"I actually listened to the voice mail last night, genius," Santana growled.
"Talk to me after you've had more coffee, I'm going for a shower. Don't attack anyone," Rachel said and went into the bathroom and took a shower. Kurt came out of his bedroom and looked at Santana sitting at the table, but he noticed that Santana looked angry and frustrated and scared all at the same time.
"Not to cause you any further stress, but your baby is starting to wake up," he told her and instead of getting up, she thunked her head down on the table in frustration. She was going to have to break the news within the next fifteen minutes and her cell phone chirped at that very moment. "You answer the phone, I will go see Marley," he told her seriously and walked out of the kitchen and into Santana's room.
"Papa," Marley yawned when she saw him and then he watched as her face twisted in pain.
"Hey baby girl," he smiled moving to sit on the bed next to her. She very carefully and painfully wiggled her way into Kurt's lap and put her head on his shoulder.
"No baba, pee Papa," she whimpered.
"Okay, okay, I won't give you a baba, but I want to talk to you about it okay?" he asked her and she tensed and leaned over a bit, reaching for something. He smiled and handed her the pacifier she was reaching for. "Listen to me baby, just listen okay. Easy questions. Do you hurt right now?" he asked and she nodded. "What hurts?" he asked.
"Umma," she said around her pacifier rubbing her belly gently.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Um," she said thoughtfully and took stock of her body. Her shoulders were a little sore, she had a slight headache and her feet felt a little bit swollen but nothing really bothered her as much as her stomach did. "Umma," she said again. "No baba," she said pleading with tears in her eyes.
"Okay sweetheart, nice and slow. Tell me why they are bad," he coached and Marley fell quiet, trying to figure out how to communicate this without falling apart. She didn't want to cry any more.
"Bah'k," she said.
"We can get your blocks, we'll go together okay?" he asked her and she nodded, holding on to him as he stood up and guided her into the living room. He sat down on the floor with her and she pressed her back into his chest and reached for her bucket of blocks and dumped them on the floor. Then she turned a bit to look at Kurt, waiting for him to ask a question so she could spell it out for him. "Okay sweetheart, so when you used to get a baba, what happened?" he asked her.
With trembling hands, Marley searched through her blocks and spelled the word slowly. R was the first letter and Kurt felt his blood run cold. He didn't want the next letters to follow but he breathed as evenly as he could so that Marley would feel safe telling him the rest of the word. He watched her hand and then frowned when he looked down at the spelled out word. RAPE.
"That is a very strong and ugly word Marley," he told her kindly.
"Owie," she said whimpering, taking her pacifier out of her mouth. She wanted to cry, it wasn't going to stay in her mouth, if she cried. So she set it on the coffee table.
"Yes," he said with a sad smile. "Yes, that would definitely make a lot of owie for Marley," he told her. "Do you know that that is not what is supposed to happen?" he asked her and she looked at him with a wrinkled brow. "That beautiful face tells me that you don't know that, so can Papa explain it to you?" he asked her and she looked at him questioningly. "Santana!" he called out keeping her close and Santana joined them moments later seeing a look of confusion and slight fear on her little girl's face.
"What happened honey?" she asked gently pulling Marley into her arms, rubbing her back and kissing her temple. She spotted the blocks that were still spelled out on the floor and glared at Kurt.
"No. She spelled that, not me, so back off," he said strongly and she rolled her eyes but calmed down slightly.
"Why did she spell that word?" she asked him and he saw the anger still bubbling up in her body.
"Breathe Santana," Kurt told her. "Because she was telling me that's what happened when she got a, well you know," he said.
"Yeah we need to change that word," Santana said and cradled Marley in her arms. "Marley, look at Mommy honey, it's okay," she assured her, feeling her shake. "Mommy and Papa are sometimes very fresh with each other," she told him. "It's okay though. No one is mad at Marley," she promised her and Marley very slowly looked at her, having a tough time keeping eye contact. "I know this is tough for you baby, so if you aren't ready, you let me know, but Mommy really needs to talk to you about this entire issue," Santana said.
"No baba, Mommy," Marley cried.
"Shhh, I know sweetheart, I do. I understand, but remember how a long time ago we talked about pacifiers?" she asked and Marley looked confused. "Okay, let's explain further. A very long time ago, when Mommy first met you, you were afraid of pacifiers, do you remember that?" she asked and Marley nodded. "Right and we said that the pacifier was not the scary thing, it was the bully who made them scary. The bully who took away your trust, and made it scary for you, but over time you learned that it wasn't scary and that Mommy and Papa and Mama Rae don't care if you have a pacifier with you every day," Santana said.
"Baba diff'nt. No idda. Baba owie!" Marley protested. Santana nodded her agreement and felt her heart grow with pride at how strong Marley was being right now. She was about to fight, Santana could feel it, but for now, things were calm.
"Sweetheart, that isn't totally true. First off, it's not a baba. The real word is enema," Santana told her.
"Eminem?" Marley asked trying to say the word.
"Almost," Santana smiled and she reached for the blocks. E..N..E..M..A she spelled for her, rotating the E's.
"She needs more than one set of blocks," Kurt grumbled.
"She does fine with one," Santana scolded him. "So you see Marley, you didn't even learn the right word and the way it was done to you was wrong. It doesn't work like that. It doesn't hurt the way Terri the bully made it hurt." she explained.
"No, owie!" Marley protested, wiggling in pain. "Mommy," she whimpered. "Mama ub, owie," she protested.
"Rach!" Santana called.
"Mommy needs to stop growling," Rachel scowled handing her the cup of coffee that Santana had left on table.
"Marley would like you to rub her belly," Santana said.
"Okay angel, come here," she said and Marley was carefully shifted so that her back was against Rachel's chest and Rachel was very gently and very carefully rubbing clockwise circles on her stomach, starting small and then making them progressively larger as time passed.
"Mommy," Marley said softly after a moment. "Eminem," she said.
"Enema baby, yes, that's what we think you need, but that is most definitely not what you got," she said.
"Fi-ah," Marley demanded reaching weakly for her pacifier that was nearby on the coffee table.
"Manners," Santana scolded.
"Pee Mommy," she said.
"Yes, here you go," she said handing it to her. "So I'm not going to lie to you baby. It's not the most pleasant thing in the world, and you are going to be scared, and it might hurt a little bit in the beginning, but if you don't have one, you may end up back in the hospital and they won't go slow with you at all," Santana told her honestly.
"No baba," Marley cried wiggling uncomfortably in Rachel's arms.
"No baby, no baba, because it isn't a baba. It's an enema and all it does is clean you out," Santana said trying to explain it, however Marley was as stubborn as the rest of her family so she wasn't paying attention and Kurt could tell it was starting to get to Santana that she couldn't reassure her baby that they wouldn't hurt her.
"Marley look at Papa," he said jumping in. "Do you remember a little while ago baby?" he asked gently. "Do you remember that Papa said he was going to explain things to you, about how it worked and explain that it may not hurt?" he asked her.
"NO BABA!" she screamed, worming away from Rachel. Her back locked out in spasm and she screamed in fear and pain. She couldn't work out why they were going to force her to have this, and they couldn't understand why she wasn't focusing.
Santana wanted to send her to the corner. She wasn't supposed to scream. Instead, Rachel jumped in and looked at Kurt. "Hold her," she told him and then stood up and dragged Santana away to the kitchen. "If you want to yell and scream now is the time. I will take care of her and you go do anything you want. Two hours minimum. Get out of the house Santana, get away from this. Take a breath for yourself. You need the break before it starts and I promise you as soon as she's done freaking out, we will go over the screaming rule and I will put her in the corner," Rachel told her.
"I can't leave when she's freaking out like this," Santana said and Rachel gave her a look, but Santana held up her hand. "If I leave when she acts out, she may think that is why I left. I don't want her to think I'm leaving because of what she did, ever," Santana said strongly.
"No baba, no baba!" Marley yelled, drumming her heels weakly into the floor, once the spasm passed, trying to get away from something and having a full out tantrum.
Santana sat in the bedroom rocking Marley in her arms, humming a tune, she didn't even recognize, but she had to do something to get Marley to relax and calm down. Once she was calm, Santana gave her a kiss and settled her down to sleep. She finally went to sleep and Santana slipped out of the bedroom. "I need to get out," she announced.
"You are not leaving that little girl with us," Kurt said.
"Why not?" Rachel asked in confusion.
"Kurt! I need a break! I need to get out for a couple hours and then come back," Santana growled at him.
"Why?" he growled back her.
"Oh for the love of," Rachel sighed and left the two of them to fight it out and snuck closer to the bedroom to be sure that Marley didn't wake up during the fight.
"Why? You're seriously asking me why?" she asked in anger. "You have got to be kidding me. you get out all the time. You aren't the one who stays home all day long with her. I'm stuck in baby world. And now, now I'm stuck in a situation that scares the shit out of her, and me, and I have to force her to do something that terrifies her, so excuse me, if I need a break!" she snapped and with that she stormed out of the house.
Rachel heard the door slam and Marley jumped, but Rachel kept her calm and then left the room once she was sure Marley was truly sleeping. Then she walked over to Kurt and kept her voice calm. "What was that all about?" she asked him.
"She left," Kurt said and Rachel nodded.
"Yeah and?" Rachel asked him.
"She got up and left. She left us here with a very scared little girl, that we know nothing about handling at the moment," he said getting aggravated.
"Yeah, and neither does Santana. What's your point?"
"Santana is her mother. Santana is the one that she wants and needs and has to have at all times and now she's not here," Kurt said getting all riled up.
"You love her," Rachel smiled, crossing her arms over her chest and smiling happily at him.
"You're looking at me funny and putting words in my mouth," he said defensively.
"You do. You absolutely do and you're scared. You are her Papa. You love her and you want everything good for her, and you don't know how to do that and you're scared because for some small amount of time, you and I are going to have to be the ones in charge and you don't know how to discipline her. You love her and you're scared," Rachel said sounding very sure of herself and triumphant.
"You are a terrible friend," he scowled but he wasn't forceful. Rachel had hit everything exactly and he didn't like that he was that transparent. He decided that he didn't want to deal with Rachel at the moment and if Marley woke up and Santana wasn't there, then he wasn't going to be able to do deal with that either, so he went into the bedroom and closed the door. He was done for the day as well.
Rachel decided to take a break for herself and sat down at the kitchen table and decided to read something instead of thinking about how to help Marley. She was too close to the forest to see the trees as far as she was concerned.
Four hours later, Santana was back from her little outing, Kurt came out of the bedroom, and Rachel cooked up dinner for everyone, while Marley was still sleeping. "She's been out for a really long time, should we be worried?" Kurt asked softly.
"She's fine," Santana said simply.
"Okay, so how was your walk, or whatever you did?" Kurt asked trying to extend and olive branch.
"I went downstairs and sat next to some drunk guy. I didn't go anywhere. I couldn't leave because someone's words were in my head," she said narrowing her eyes at him.
"Apologize to Santana," they heard Rachel say and Santana laughed.
"You would be a very interesting Mistress. You sure you only want the Broadway gig?" she asked.
"I'll let you know," Rachel said dryly and then turned to Kurt. "Please apologize Papa," she told him and he rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry I accused you of walking out," Kurt said.
"I don't know what to do. I can't sit and listen to it so much, but I have to," Santana started.
"Hey, Mommy lady," Rachel said walking over and bumping their hips together. "Just say thank you and then you can vent to us," Rachel said.
"Who made you boss all of a sudden?" Kurt challenged her kindly.
"I'm the Mama," Rachel said and Santana playfully smacked her hip as Rachel turned on her heel and danced her way over to the refrigerator.
"Well if you want the title, then you can have it. I don't know what to do. I know what I have to do, but I don't know how to do it without sending her into a heart attack," Santana sighed.
"Have you talked to Miss Susan?" Rachel asked kindly, pulling three beers from the fridge and passing them out once she popped off the caps. They each took a long pull and then heard Marley waking up in the other room.
Santana got up and went into the other room, smiling at Marley as she entered. "Hey princess," she grinned.
"Mommy," she said.
"Hi baby girl, how are you feeling?"
"Owie," she said and Santana sighed, sitting down on the bed next to her.
"Marley baby. I know you're scared and I know you don't want one, but tomorrow, you and Mommy are going to get you all fixed. You'll be allowed to cry and scream and be as loud as you want, but I promise you that this is the only way you're going to stop hurting and Mommy wants her baby to stop hurting more than anything," Santana said.
Marley burst into tears and managed to carefully wiggle her way into Santana's lap. Santana gathered her close and Marley let out heart breaking sobs. Santana murmured gently to her and let her get it out of her system, rubbing her back and kissing her temple. "It's not punishment baby. It's not to hurt you in any way. It's to help you feel better because I know you are in so much pain. We have to make sure you are taken care of, because as much as it hurts now, it's only going to get worse and then I'm going to have to take you to the hospital, and I don't know about you, but I'm kind of sick of that place. This feels more like home doesn't it?" she asked and Marley put a death grip on her. "I love you baby girl. Mommy loves you so much," Santana said, little tears running down her cheeks as she spoke to try and calm her love.
Kurt and Rachel let them be for a moment, and then went to help out. Rachel had a few slices of pizza on several plates and Kurt had Marley's protein shake as well as Santana's beer. Rachel got on the bed behind Santana and smiled at Marley. "It's very scary isn't it baby?" she asked her gently and Marley gave a soft whimper as a yes. "I'm so sorry that you're so scared my love. How about we don't think about that right now. How about we let Mommy hold you and Papa can help you drink, and Mama will help feed you and all you have to do is just sit with us," Rachel suggested. "I'll help feed you and Papa can help Mommy, because it's hard to feed yourself when you're using two hands to hold our beautiful baby girl," Rachel said and Marley thought for a moment. She moved back a bit and looked at Santana.
"Papa?" she asked her.
"As long as he is nice to me, he can feed me. I know that a few days ago Mama fed me while you slept against me," Santana said honestly.
"Marley, do you think I would ever be mean to Mommy?" Kurt asked and she turned her head and leaned toward him a bit to take a sip of her shake.
"No," she said. "Mommy. Papa kay. Papa he'p Mommy," she said.
"And what will Mommy do?" Santana asked curiously giving her a kiss to her temple.
"Ho'd me pee," Marley said.
"Alright, I think I can manage that, but you have to let Mama feed you too okay?" she bargained. Marley nodded and went back to resting her head on Santana's shoulder and quietly opened her mouth for Rachel, so she could be fed.
The little family ate in silence and Kurt alternated between feeding himself, Santana, and helping Marley drink. Santana knew when Marley stopped eating because she didn't feel Marley's chin jarring gently into her shoulder any more. "Tomorrow baby girl, we are getting you fixed. I don't know how or where just yet, but we have to," she said
"Too late Mommy," Rachel said softly. "She's sleeping."
"Come on, we'll all get ready for bed and then Rachel and I will help you brainstorm. We came up with an idea we think might help," Kurt said.
Santana had talked to her room mates and friends, made a phone call to Miss Susan, set everything up, and then tried to go to sleep. Every time Marley whimpered in her sleep, Santana would pet her hair gently and after a few moments, she would go back to sleep, but that was how Santana spent her night, watching over Marley, afraid to close her eyes, or be sleeping so soundly that she wouldn't be able to sooth Marley's raw nerves. Marley on the other hand was battling her own demons.
Terri was right in front of her, ordering her to move, and oddly Santana was holding her. "Come here now!" Terri screamed and behind her Marley heard the sweet and reassuring voice of Santana.
"You're safe here Marley, it's okay," she heard her say.
"Mommy," Marley said softly.
"That's right, I'm your Mommy, now get over here. These people don't love you, they never have, they never will. No one can love you but me, now get over here!" Terri screamed and Marley just looked at her. "Stalling?" Terri asked raising an eyebrow and she walked over to Marley and smacked her face. Marley's head spun and her cheek collided with Santana's shoulder. "See what you made me do? Do you see how bad you are? You need to be taught lessons. You are nothing but a terrible little girl, who is simply a freak show. You need to be taken home and punished for everything you did wrong," Terri said.
"Shhh baby. Mommy's here, you're okay," Santana told her lightly brushing her thumb over Marley's bruised cheek.
"You don't get to listen to her," Terri growled and she pulled Marely roughly to her and smacked her bottom so hard, blood started pouring out of her body and into her diaper. It pooled on the floor, around her ankles, and pain shot through Marley's body. "I thought I told you, babies, don't bleed!" Terri screamed. "You're not a baby, you're not sweet, you're not loved and you never will be. You are nothing but a little freak and no one will ever love you!" Terri screamed.
"Shhh, Mommy's here Marley. Mommy has you, you're okay as soon as you're ready, I'll change you," she heard Santana say gently, but she didn't know where she was anymore. She just heard her voice and tried to hang on to it.
"She doesn't love you. None of them do. I told you before, you're only a little slut, who we have to teach. You need to be stretched and open to take any man at any time, maybe several at the same time. You're nothing but a little slut," Terri said and she slapped Marely's face again. The pain connected this time though, and a loud cracking sound went through Marley's brain. She let out a scream and Terri quickly grabbed her keeping her close and shaking her. "Do you hear me! Nothing but a little lazy slut!" Terri was screaming. "Do you hear me, do you hear me!"
"She doesn't hear me," Santana said with a bit of panic.
"Keep talking, and hold on," Rachel grouched walking to the bathroom, to get herself a band aid. She'd heard Marley scream out in her sleep and in her journey to go help, she stubbed her toe on the door jam, smacking her hand on the wall, stopping at the doorway.
"Do you hear me baby? Mommy's here. Just wake up sweetheart. Wake up and look at Mommy," she coaxed, trying to rouse Marley from her dream. Marley let out a whimper and then a scream. Rachel returned a few moments later and sat down on the bed. She laid next to Marley so she was sandwiched between both women. She pet her face carefully on one side while Santana pet the other.
Marley saw Terri standing in front of her and all of a sudden she was on a hard surface and couldn't move very far. The heavy bar was over her ribs and something was brushing over her face. "Mommy would never hurt you," she heard and she let out a scream. She never wanted to call Terri Mommy. Terri was not a Mommy. Terry was a terrible lady and she turned her head long enough to see Rachel trapped in the corner. Her face was bruised and she was fighting against bonds to get to Marley. "Oh, did you find her? Do you see your Mama?" Terri asked and Marley moaned. Terri wasn't supposed to know Rachel, much less tie her to a chair, and Marley struggled. "No way I'm letting you near her," Terri said. "She came to save you, but she can't!" Terri said.
"MAMA!" Marley screamed, straining against her bonds, not caring about her own body. Terri was an awful person and there was no way Marley was going to let Terri hurt Rachel.
"That's new," Rachel said caught by surprise at Marley's outcry.
"Shhh, Mama's right near you honey. Just open your eyes for me," Santana said gently.
"You're not getting to her. Not a chance in hell and I'm going to do to her everything I do to you. I'll have two baby sluts to take care of. No one will save you and now she can't save you either," Terri stage whispered. "Maybe I should stretch her out like I stretched you out," Terri said and Marley screamed in frustration, trying to kick and get away from Terri to try and help Rachel.
"MOMMY!" Marley screamed out.
"She can't hear you. No one can hear you Marley and now, before I go over to torture her, you need a baba," Terri said.
Marley let out a scream and jolted herself awake. "Mama, mama, mama!" she panted trying to reach out and get to where Rachel was, which she thought was at the other end of the room. "Mama!" she repeated.
"Shhh, I'm right here baby," Rachel told her. Santana moved in behind her to hold her, while Rachel jumped in front of her, petting her face and trying to rouse her from her sleep. Marley blinked a few times and Rachel used the pads of her thumbs to stroke Marley's cheeks and temple, while cupping her face gently. "Shhh, I'm right here love," she said
"No, Mama," she panted, blinking away her tears and gulping to catch her breath.
"Yes baby. Yes. It's me. Mama's here, you're okay. I'm right here, and you're safe," Rachel told her and she searched her eyes in order to figure out if Marley was focused and paying attention and all she saw was confusion.
"Mama," Marley said quickly and leaned into her, holding on tight, in an awkward position.
"Mama's here love. Let's get you into a more comfortable position," Rachel said pulling her into her lap and as she did, Santana slipped out of the room to get some water for Marley. "Marley baby, did you have a bad dream?" she asked and Marley nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" she offered.
"No," Marley said. "Mama, no baba, an' Mama, you ayff," she told her panting heavily. Terri had threatened to hurt Rachel further, Marley had seen it. She'd seen the bruises on her face and she carefully pushed back, gently putting her hands on Rachel's face, looking at her seriously, trying to determine if she'd been hurt. "Eye Mama, pee eye," she said opening and closing her hand repeatedly, so Rachel leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. "Mama owie?" she asked sniffling a little bit, pushing away her own tears, afraid that Rachel had been injured by Terri.
"Mama's okay baby," Rachel told her kindly, petting her face as Marley continued to study hers.
"No, no, owies," Marley insisted, her fingers trailing over Rachel's face with the lightest of touches, not wanting to cause her Mama any more pain.
"I stubbed my toe before, but I'm okay," she assured her and Marley looked at her curiously.
When Santana returned with the cup of water, she stood at the doorway an watched Marley check over Rachel, like they were monkeys and Marley was grooming Rachel. "Uh oh, what did I miss?" Santana asked.
"Mommy!" Marley said in a rushed voice. "Mommy. Mama owies. May okay," she told her.
"Mama got hurt?" Santana asked kindly, cutting her eyes to Rachel who very carefully shook her head no.
"Eff, may okay Mommy," Marley urged from her position on Rachel's lap.
"And what would you like me to do to make Mama okay?" Santana asked with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"We need to get you laid," Rachel grumbled under her breath, but Santana heard her and simply laughed.
"Talk to me baby girl, what should we do to check that Mama is okay, which I'm sure she is," Santana assured her.
Marley looked around the room a little and then looked at Santana. Something was off. She felt out of place and confused, trying to figure out the difference between what was real and what was a dream. "Papa?" she asked wanting to know where he was.
"Papa's sleeping sweetheart. I can take you to show you, but I don't want to wake him up. None of us should even be awake as it is now," Santana said kindly.
"Papa kay?" Marley asked.
"I promise you baby girl, Mommy and Mama and Papa are all very safe," Santana told her and brought the glass of water to Marley's lips. "Drink please, just a little bit," she said kindly, although it was a bit more of an order than a request. It had to be done though. Marley's leg had started to cramp and she was wiggling around a bit, so Santana wanted to get water into her, before her entire body locked out. Marley drank as asked and then she carefully rested against Rachel.
"Can we try laying down baby?" Rachel asked her gently.
"Mama day Mommy?" Marley asked.
"Mama can stay if she wants. We can all cram into bed together," Santana told her, brushing her hair back against her forehead.
The next morning, Kurt got up and made chocolate chip pancakes for everyone and then brought it to the girls. He got on the bed with them and very carefully, they all ate and took turns helping Marley eat her breakfast. "Papa?" she asked. "Papa, oh kay? No owies?" she asked him slowly, studying his face and body for any sign of something wrong. If Terri had gotten to Rachel, surely she'd gotten to Kurt too.
"Yes baby, I'm okay. I don't hurt anywhere. I don't have any pain in my body," he assured her and scooped up some more pancake and fed it to her. She leaned into Rachel and was content to let them be. Once she finished eating Santana moved in front of her and spoke kindly.
"Marley baby, do you remember what we talked about last night?" she asked her gently.
"No baba Mommy, no baba, owie," she told her.
"I know sweetheart, but do you remember that we were trying to teach you the difference? What Terri did, that was wrong, and she also taught you the wrong word, and I hate to be the one to tell you this baby, but you do need one," Santana said and Marley started to cry immediately and backed away from Santana into Rachel.
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, let Mommy tell you the full story sweetheart," she told her gently.
"No baba Mama, no," Marley cried and she picked up Rachel's hand and put it on her belly, wanting her to rub.
"Marley, look at me baby. You can sit with Mama and she can rub your belly, if she wants to, but I need you to focus on me sweetheart," Santana told her. "I want you to be prepared for what happens today, because it has to happen. I know you don't want it to, but we've waited too long, so we have to explain it to you, before you go through it," she explained.
"No, no baba!" she cried.
"Shhh, no, it's not a baba. We're not doing that. When you were with Terri, she bullied you. She abused you. I would never do that to you Marley. No one in this house would, nor would we let anyone hurt you," Santana tried.
"Here," Rachel said and she reached over to the night stand, grabbed the pacifier and put it in Marley's hand. "Hold this and if you want it, take it. I want you to be calm and focused so you truly understand everything Mommy is saying to you, and if you have questions, you can ask them," Rachel told her and Santana sighed happily. She probably wouldn't say it out loud, but there were moments where she was very grateful for Kurt and Rachel. Marley opened her mouth, her body shaking slightly and waited for Rachel to put it in.
"No baby girl. It's the same as always, only you are in charge of putting the pacifier in your mouth," Kurt told her and Marley looked at him, slightly stunned as did Santana and Rachel. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, Papa isn't usually the one to remind you of the rules and stuff. Meanwhile, I love you, and I have to go do dishes, are you done eating?" he asked her kindly.
She shook her head and let Kurt feed her three more bites, before turning away, indicating she was done. Overall, she ate a half a pancake, which was more than she'd eaten in one sitting, since she joined them.
"Okay, little girl, you need to focus, are you ready?" Santana asked her kindly and she nodded, but had tears in her eyes. "Okay, I'm just going to explain it to you, but first I have to know who's holding you."
"Mama," she said softly.
"Good girl baby, very good," Santana praised her. "This is what's going to happen, Mommy's friend, Nanny Susan, she's going to come over and she's going to give you the enema while Mommy holds you. It's going to be just the three of us and we're going to be in the bedroom, and you are going to be shown everything that is going to happen, before it happens. Nanny Susan knows how important you are to me and she has promised that she will go as slow as she can with us," Santana explained.
"Can I ask a question?" Rachel asked. She could feel how tense Marley was, so she wanted to be sure she got more information that she thought was important. Santana nodded and Rachel smiled. "What time is Nanny Susan coming?" she asked.
"One thirty," Santana said. "She wanted to be sure that your body had digested any food, it's eaten and that we would be the only ones home. Mama and Papa are working late tonight, so by the time they come home, Nanny Susan will be gone and it will be just Marley and Mommy that they come home to, and Marley will be feeling much less pain."
"Are we one hundred percent sure about this?" she asked.
"We are," Santana smiled and then focused in on Marley. "Sweetheart, I know you're scared, and it's okay, but I will never, ever, let anyone hurt you. This isn't going to be the most comfortable thing you ever do, but Nanny Susan will not hurt you, I will not leave you alone, and when it's all said and done, you will not have any more belly pain," Santana told her.
"No mo' ub?" Marley asked around her pacifier, craning a bit to look at Rachel.
"I will still rub your belly any time you want me to sweetheart," Rachel explained, "but having an enema, means I won't have to."