Hey everyone,
I had a really good day yesterday so you all get a bonus chapter today.
Warnings for this chapter: Marley has her period so there is full discussion of blood and warmth and all that icky stuff we women deal with at times. In Marley's case it is worse, because she hasn't had to deal with it for quite some time. There are also mentions of rape, so if you are triggered easily, you have been warned.
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Happy reading!
Kurt had beat Rachel home and was more than happy to fuss over Marley. He fed her dinner, and cuddled with her on the floor, while playing with her toy piano while Santana took care of some emails for work.
"Can you sing with Papa?" he asked Marley and she looked at him with a mix of curiosity and disgust. "Your Mommy gives those looks too," he teased her and she let out a genuine smile. "Oh wait, before we sing, maybe you tell me, who is this?" he asked pulling up the new stuffed toy. He knew he hadn't seen it before.
"Panda," she told him with a smile and she pulled it to her chest and hugged it tight.
"Where did Panda come from?" he asked her.
"Um, Nanny," she said softly, blushing with embarrassment.
"Nanny Susan brought you a toy, that was nice of her," he said and then he dropped the subject. Marley seemed confused. This family was so different from what she'd come from. Terri used to fixate on things. She pushed and worked and prodded and insisted until Marley was a screaming mess and if Marley didn't cooperate fast enough for Terri's liking she got spanked. The worst she got in this house was a time out. She wasn't sure why, but time outs with people who she hoped loved her, were worse than spankings with Terri. "Alright, would you like to sing with me?" he asked and she smiled and nodded at him. "Good, Papa will show you first and then we can do it together," he told her and she nodded. "These are scales, so we just sing up the scales and then back down the scale. Mama does acrobatics with her scales, but I don't know if we should jump straight into that," he smiled.
Santana emerged from the bathroom in her pajamas, and smiled as she watched Kurt and Marley run some scales. She was going to interrupt them earlier, but they looked so peaceful, so she decided to leave them alone and take some time to herself with a shower. Marley had a beautiful voice, soft and sweet, a little bit like Rachel's, but not as powerful. "Sing like this sweetheart," Kurt told her. "Ma-ah, May-ay, Me-ee, Mo-oh, Moo," he sang and Santana had a flashback of high school.
"You're teaching her cow exercises?" Santana asked with a smirk.
"Moo," Marley giggled looking at Santana. She was feeling much better now. Lighter. Her body evacuated a lot of the waste it had been holding inside of her, she'd had a decent sized snack, and a two hour nap, all before Kurt had come home. When she finally did wake up, she was very happy and bubbly, something Santana was very glad to see.
"You are so beautiful my love," Santana grinned and she walked over to her and
cuddled up with her. "Will you sing it again?" she asked her gently and Marley nodded, looking to Kurt, so he could play the scale for her. She sang the scale softly and Santana smiled. "Yaaay Marley," she praised her and gave her a quick squeeze.
"Mommy ing?" Marley asked her.
"No," Santana said simply and Kurt couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Mommy can most definitely sing," he said.
"Uh huh, Mommy ing me nye nye," Marley said and she looked to Santana with big brown pleading eyes.
"Yes, Mommy sings you lullabies and we sing to you to help you calm down and focus, but Mommy is not singing to you now," she said.
"Peeeeee Mommy," Marley pleaded.
"Marley my love, there is something you don't know about Mommy," Kurt said and Santana shot him a warning look. "She's a very stubborn woman, and when she doesn't want to do something, she doesn't," he said. "But maybe, you and I can convince her," he said. Marley turned to him and smiled, liking this idea. He moved in front of her and took her hands. "We'll sing and work on your flexibility, okay?" he said and she pouted at him. She didn't like that Santana singing, meant she had to do therapy exercises of some kind. Kurt picked up hands and placed her thumb of her left hand to the pointer finger of her right hand, inverting her right hand slightly. Then he connected the left pointer and right thumb and held them together gently, knowing this position was sometimes difficult for her. "The itsy bitsy spider," Kurt started to sing and Marley giggled. She was definitely ready to go into a deeper little girl space. She turned to look at Santana and Santana smiled and gave her a kiss.
"Ing Mommy," Marley said, breaking Kurt's hold and pulling Santana's hands up encouraging her to do it with her. Marley actually didn't mind this game. This game made it easier for her to hold forks and spoons, so that she could feed herself.
"Alright," Santana sighed, "I will sing with you baby, let's practice your words some more," Santana encouraged, so Marley took a deep breath and while Kurt and Santana sang quietly, Marley sang and practiced her words.
"Da ibby, bibby pie-da, wen' up da wah-da pow, down came da rain an wah da pie-da ow. Ow came da 'un an' 'ried up aww da rain an' da ibby bibby pie-da wen' up da pow again," she sang softly and Santana immediately, leaned sideways and kissed her cheeks repeatedly.
"You did very well baby and when Miss April shows up in two days, we'll tell her all about how well you are improving," Santana told her kindly.
"I agree, I think you did very well and I am very proud of you, but I'm going to grab a shower before Mama gets home and spends hours in there," Kurt said and kissed Marley's cheek, before heading off.
"Mama home?" Marley asked Santana.
"Not yet my love," Santana said and she cuddled her baby girl tightly. "Soon though," she assured her.
Nearly an hour later, Rachel came home and Marley was cuddled up against Santana but reached for Rachel. "Hey big girl," Rachel smiled taking a seat and Marley very carefully climbed her way, with help, into Rachel's lap. Marley sat down and put her head immediately on Rachel's shoulder.
"Oooh, I missed you today," Rachel cooed sweetly, hugging her baby girl and rubbing her back gently.
"Mommy?" she asked. "Fi-ah pee," she said.
"That was very polite baby, here you go," she said handing it to her and Marley took it but then started to lean a bit and reach for Santana. "You just sat on Mama's lap are you sure?" she asked her and Marley let out a little whimper. She opened and closed her hand a bit carefully waving Santana to get closer and when she was finally close enough, Marley kissed Santana's cheek, put the pacifier in her mouth, and went back to resting against Rachel.
"So how was your day?" Rachel asked kindly and Santana rolled her eyes slightly. She wanted to open up to Rachel, but Marley was awake and so she didn't want to say anything that would upset her. "Well," Rachel said catching Santana's hesitation, "Mama had an interesting day, did you know it takes two full minutes for lights to burn out on a stage? And they are loud as hell. I think I nearly went deaf," she said and the two women sat and conversed while Marley rested. She was nearly asleep and Rachel and Santana's voices were starting to get very distant, until a pain took over her body. Marley pushed back and started crying immediately. She curved her body, painfully forward, pressing her forehead into Rachel's shoulder and rounding her back out behind her, putting intense pressure on her hips. She let out a whimper and Rachel tried to adjust her, but Marley fought against her and started whining. "What's wrong baby?" Rachel asked kindly.
"Mommy, owie," she said and Santana sighed. Marley had been so calm and she was hoping she'd stay that way at least until the morning. They'd spent all morning freaking out, all afternoon having the enema, and Santana was hoping for a break for the evening. It didn't quite work that way.
"Shhh, calm down love, Mama and I will help you to the bathroom," she said kindly and with Rachel's help they went into the bathroom. Marley held on to Santana and Rachel undid the diaper, revealing a deep orange strip all along the seat of the diaper and Marley looked down in horror, crying even harder.
"No bud, no bud," Marley screamed, and she went from relatively calm to absolutely hysterical.
"What happened?" Kurt asked running in toward the bathroom knowing the sounds Marley was making were ones of pure fear.
"No Papa, NO!" Marley screamed and she started shaking uncontrollably. "I good, I good, Papa, pee, no no no," Marley wailed.
"What's this?" Terri asked and she dragged her finger down along Marley's sensitive skin, pulling her finger back, finding it coated in blood. "Is there a problem?" she asked and Marley wasn't sure how to respond. Terri pushed her legs back as far as they would go and Marley felt a little twinge in her tail bone. "You better listen close sweet cheeks," she said pinching her cheeks as hard as she could. "I found us a Daddy and he's all up for your slutty little games, but babies do not bleed. If I see any blood, any at all," she said trailing of and Marley didn't know what to think.
"Kurt, go away please," Santana said kindly.
"Well can I at least get you something to help out?" he asked.
"No, I think we're good, but don't run away, because you have to babysit in two days, and I can't leave if she's afraid of you," Santana said. Kurt nodded his agreement and Santana went back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and Marley screamed bloody murder as a small blood clot, leaked out of her and fell onto the floor, causing a small mess on the tile.
"Marley, look at me baby," Santana said getting in front of her and petting her face while Rachel held her up straight and Marley wiggled around.
"No no no, good, no bud, no, baby, no bud!" she cried tears flowing quickly down her cheeks.
"Shhh, look at Mommy," Santana insisted and Marley just continued to cry, trying to stop herself, causing her lungs to burn. "Look at Mommy and breathe sweetheart, come on," Santana coaxed, but Marley wasn't focused at all. She struggled to catch her breath and gasped so hard for air that her stomach lurched. She wasn't talking any more, she was just gasping for breath. "Sing Marley," Santana said moving in close. "Sing with Mommy," she said in her best Mistress voice in order to get Marley to listen.
"Look at Mommy, come on," Rachel coached and she wrapped her in a tighter hug, ignoring the fact that another small blood clot had leaked out of Marley's body and fell onto Rachel's foot. "Come on baby, sing with Mommy," Rachel said and pretty soon Santana and Rachel were singing, but Marley was still struggling to breathe. Marley's lungs burned and she finally let out a rush of air, her body going weak and fell forward a bit. Santana caught her and held her close, rubbing her back and patting her gently. Marley was in full fledged panic attack mode and there was nothing that any of them could do about it, they just had to ride it out.
Marley was washed up and changed into a clean diaper and new pajamas, and carefully brought back into the living room. Her teeth were chattering and her body was so tense that she was sitting perfectly straight on the couch, not even bothering to cuddle. "Come on baby, you're okay. We're all here. I know you had a very long and trying day. Maybe Mommy should have had you in bed sooner, yeah?" Santana asked gently, trying to get Marley to communicate, but Marley was having none of it. Marley looked down at her hands and saw them shaking. She didn't know what to make of it though, and now that she was a "big girl" she was sure they were going to take away all of her "baby" things. No more games, no more pacifiers, no more blankets, no more cuddles or lullabies, and no more diapers. She would have been glad to be out of the diapers, but she couldn't figure out how to control her bodily functions, so she was going to be one giant hot mess until her period stopped.
"Mommy," she managed to squeak out.
"I'm right here baby girl," Santana soothed. "Look, where's Teddy Bear and Panda?" she asked looking around the room. Rachel caught on and grabbed Teddy Bear and sat down next to them, but she didn't know what Panda was. Kurt however did, so he picked up the new stuffed toy and sat down next to Santana and Marley started to shriek. "Hey, hey, hey, calm down," Santana scolded softly, pulling Marley as tight to her has she could and kissing Marley's temple.
"No, no bud, baby. No bud. I baby Papa, no bud, no bud," she whimpered and fell into Santana crying heavily. It was so much stress on her body that the very little amount of water that was still in her colon, along with the waste, came out of her body, along with some warm blood, and she couldn't help but throw up all over Santana.
"She so needs to relax," Rachel said and although it stunk, they had to move carefully. Most of what Marley threw up was bile, but now, she had to be changed again, Santana had to change, and they needed to get Marley calm so they could clean up her face. "You go change, we'll clean her up," Rachel said kindly.
"Gentle," Santana said sternly and with some reluctance, she did get up to go clean herself off. Marley screamed when Santana left and Rachel sighed.
"Look at Mama baby, you're okay. Mommy just went to get clean while Mama and Papa clean you up," Rachel said gently and Marley continued to scream. She didn't know what was going on and she couldn't seem to hear anything. All she could hear was her own heartbeat and she was completely terrified of what might happen.
"MOMMY!" Marley wailed.
"She's coming love," Kurt said and he held her tight, but Marley kicked and wiggled and screamed trying to get away from him. He had a good grip on her, but she started to fuss and cry harder, and wiggled her way out of his arms and went down to the floor, trying to get away from them, causing herself nothing but more pain and because of that, she let out a blood curdling scream.
"Marley Rose, that is enough!" Santana said sternly as she reemerged from the bedroom, in clean pajamas. She found Kurt and Rachel surrounding Marley, who was freaking out. "Marley Rose, look at Mommy," Santana ordered and she had to say it seven times, before Marley finally focused in on her. "Now, that is enough. Mommy is going to get you cleaned up and then you and I are going to bed. You have had a very long day, and it's time for sleep."
"No bud Mommy, no, I baby, no bud," she cried.
"Shhh, stop baby. Listen to Mommy. We are cleaning you up, and then we are going to bed," Santana told her.
"Mommy," she cried.
"Yes, Mommy. Did you hear what Mommy said? It's time to clean up and go to bed. No more staying up. Mommy and Marley are going to bed," she told her and Marley's face absolutely crumbled. Santana frowned but was able to get closer and pull Marley up close to her.
They were both standing and Santana tried to sway slightly with Marley in her arms, just to give her some movement of some kind of action to focus on, while she rubbed her back and spoke softly into her ear. "Shhh, Mommy and Marley are going to bed now baby. Can you say night night to Mama and Papa?" she asked her gently and Marley just cried. Rachel and Kurt both gave her a kiss goodnight and Santana took her into the other room. Once she was set, Santana had her lie down on the bed and she pet her face gently. "Calm down baby. Mommy's here and we're going to sleep," she said.
"Mommy," Marley cried struggling to sit up and hold on to Santana. "No bud, no bud, pee Mommy, baby, no bud, no," she cried.
"Shhh, calm down," Santana said and she had to gently force her to lay back down, putting her head on the pillow. "Shhh, deep breaths baby. Marley has to go to sleep and Mommy has to go to sleep, because we had a very long day, time for bed," Santana told her kindly. "Shhh," she coached but Marley was too wound up to sleep so Santana thought for a moment.
"Should we play a quiet game before bed?" Santana asked gently. "Let's see, let's play Marley's favorite game. What is Marley's favorite game?" she asked her and Marley struggled to get her breath and tell her. "Shhh, just breathe. I'm not rushing this baby, calm your breathing and tell Mommy when you're ready," Santana assured her, petting her face in strategic places, trying to get Marley to relax.
Finally Marley calmed and looked at Santana. "Nye nye?" she asked.
"Yes, we're going to go night night. Mommy and Baby Marley had a very long day, so we need to sleep, but we can play a quiet game first," she assured her. "Let's play I spy, should we play that game?" Santana asked pulling the blanket up and holding it so they could both see it. "Let's play baby," she said. "Mommy will go first okay?" she asked her keeping her voice so soft and gentle, she didn't sound like herself, but to Marley that was her Mommy. That was the woman who had been protecting her since she'd been rescued all those weeks ago. "Let's see. I spy with my little eye, something that is a cold dessert," Santana said. "Can you find it for me sweetheart?" she asked.
Marley looked around the blanket and finally saw the ice cream cone. She pointed to it and Santana grinned. "Very good my love. Can you tell Mommy what it was?" she asked.
"Eye key-mm," Marley hiccuped.
"Very good," Santana praised. "Do you know what kind of ice cream?" she asked her and Marley smiled slightly. It was her favorite flavor but saying the word was too much for her. Santana continued to pet her face and spoke gently. "Can you tell Mommy the color?" she asked.
"Peak," Marley said softly.
"Very good my baby girl, that was very good," she told her and Marley's eyes flooded with tears. "What's wrong angel?"
"No bud, no bud Mommy, I baby, no bud" she cried, her tears falling slowly, even though her anxiety levels were still through the roof.
"Shhh, breathe Marley. Mommy's here and you are safe. It's just time for night night," Santana said lying down next to her. "I just need my baby girl to calm down and go to sleep and Mommy will cuddle with you. I will always cuddle with you baby girl. Mama and Papa will cuddle with you too," Santana told her.
"No Mommy, no bud, no bud. I baby. I good, no bud," she pleaded.
"Shhh, Baby Marley is a very good girl," Santana told her. "Mommy's baby girl is so good, and so smart, and so special, and so tired, so we need to calm down, maybe play some more eye spy and go night night," Santana explained, trying to keep her language young. Marley was caught between her adult self and her baby self and Santana could see her struggling.
"Ana, no bud, no bud," Marley cried.
"Shhh, Santana is right here sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere, but you have had a very long and trying day. I promise you as soon as you sleep, things will be better in the morning, but we have to go to sleep first," Santana said trying to stay patient and calm, keeping her voice kind.
"No bud," Marley whimpered.
"Sweetheart, there is nothing I can do about the blood. You are not in any danger, and I am most definitely not mad. I just need you to calm down and try to sleep. I'll stay with you," she said kindly.
Santana emerged from the bedroom two hours later. Marley was finally sleeping and Santana snuck out long enough to sink down against the wall and put her head in her hands. Kurt walked over and gently put his hand in Santana's. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," she said angrily.
"Do you want to punch something?" he offered.
"Terri would be a good start," she grouched.
"I agree," he told her.
"She's in there having a panic attack," Santana sighed.
"So you left her?" Kurt asked, because that didn't sound like something Santana would do at all and she looked at him with pure anger and a little bit of hurt in her eyes at his question.
"She's sleeping. She was having a panic attack," Santana said and with no notification, she burst into tears. All the pressure had built up. All the tension and pain and anger and frustration had been building up inside of her for too long now, and it just brewed inside of her, until it bubbled over and she let it all go.
Kurt moved in and pulled her close. "Hey, hey, hey," he said kindly and he kept her close. "Do you remember in high school, you told me that Auntie Tana was going to take care of things. You figured out a way to get the upper hand over that Sebastian guy. You know how to get things done Santana. You are amazing at that. Whether you are Santana Lopez, Auntie Tana, or Marley's Mommy," he assured her. "Which means that somehow you will figure out how to get the upper hand at this," he said.
"But I don't know how to do it this time," she said honestly.
"Which is why Marley has a Mama Rae and a Papa, so that her Mommy is not alone," he said and Santana rolled her eyes. "Look, I know we didn't sign up for this. I know that you thought you were on your own completely and we are just putting on a show, but I can assure you, that Rachel and I are not acting any more. As bad as you say we are, we have and had you fooled," he said with a smirk.
"You wish you were that good," she said with a slight bite to her voice, but Kurt could tell it was playful.
"We actually are, and we fooled you. We're here with you, to help you, so let us help you," he said wrapping her in a hug.
Rachel walked over and knelt in front of Santana resting her hands on Santana's knees. "Do you remember a long time ago when I had my little scare and you held my hand and helped me out?" she asked her and Santana nodded.
"This isn't like that though," she protested.
"No, you're right, this is different, but us helping you, that's not different at all, so do whatever you need to do, and then let us help you," Rachel told her seriously.
"Only the best Mommies, take time out for themselves every now and again, including letting someone else watch your little girl every so often," Kurt told her.
"She is afraid of you now," Santana told Kurt looking at him seriously.
"Kurt isn't scary though," Rachel said.
"No, he isn't. He's Lady Hummel, and no one is afraid of you, except for Marley," Santana told them. "You aren't scary. You actually are good for her, and you've helped her as much as Rachel and I have, but she is, without question, afraid of you, and that is not something I can even begin to think about handling."
"So we're back to trust issues then," Rachel said. "All it means is we have to rebuild her trust with Kurt, and the only way to figure that out is go into her file and read as much as we can."
"I can't stand it any more."
"It's like an onion Santana. We have to peel back the layers until we get help you get her healed and I hate to tell you this, but some layers of onions make you cry a little harder than others," Kurt said.
"I hate onions," Santana said honestly. Her friends helped her up to her feet and then she grabbed the infamous blue folder and she sat down to study, while they kept an eye on Marley.
"Marley, I know you can hear me, so I'm just going to ask you a few questions," Doctor Holiday said. "Do you think you can try talking to me?" she asked and got a very timid response. The tape recorder was set down in front of them and Holly began speaking. "Okay Marley, my name is doctor Holiday, and currently you have been put under heavy hypnosis. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, but as you do not communicate with us, while you are fully awake, we had to try a different route," Holly said. "Marley, do you know how old you are?" she asked.
"Nineteen," Marley said softly. In her state of hypnosis, she was simply calm and answering questions. She wasn't off in her head somewhere and it made it easier for Holly to communicate with her, but she still had to be careful.
"Do you know where you came from?"
"Terri's house," Marley said wincing a bit as her tongue touched her teeth. The sores were still very prevalent and Holly knew she had to be careful. The hypnotic state was only going to last for so long.
"I see, and did Terri give you rewards?"
"If I was good, she wouldn't hurt me as long. She would stop if I screamed quickly," Marley said softly and slowly.
"What if you weren't good?"
"She just kept going."
"Was there something that Terri didn't like in particular?"
"Blood. She hated blood. She said babies didn't bleed, so she gave me pills to take."
"Can you tell me what would happen if you did bleed?"
"One time, I bled a little bit and she had that one guy rape me. He pushed hard and fast. She said I deserved it, because I was acting like a woman, and woman were to be fucked. Babies had gentler games they played. It all hurt," Marley said. She was on autopilot though. Her voice was monotone and her small frame that normally shook was stone still.
"Thank you for telling me that Marley," Holly said.
Santana closed the folder, went to the sink and threw up. "Okay, now that I know why, someone else fix it, because I really don't know how," she said angrily. Rachel and Kurt went to say something, but Santana continued. "I know why she's scared of Kurt, but I don't know how to fix it. It doesn't seem possible, and I mean this without offense, but man am I glad you're gay," she rambled.
"Wait, that's it, does Marley know that?" Rachel asked.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked and took the offered glass of gingerale Kurt had waiting for her to help settle her stomach.
"Okay, so based on that. Terri saw blood and suddenly Marley wasn't her 'baby' so she had the guy, whoever he was, rough her up more right?" and they both nodded. "Okay, so if she has her period now, which she does, she must think that we think, she's not a baby any more since she's a woman."
"She is a woman," Santana said.
"Yes, biologically, she is, but she wants to be a baby sometimes or a little girl, or whatever it is, and Terri made her think that means no periods," Rachel said.
"We can't do that to her. Big deal that I'm gay, she doesn't care about that. She just knows that her getting her period means she's going to be, well I can't say the word," he said honestly.
"So then we just keep reassuring her?" Rachel asked. "I mean I'll clean up diapers and vomit and all that gross stuff, but wouldn't it be better if she didn't have to go through that?" Rachel asked.
"There is no solution," Santana said angrily.
"Keep your voice down, she is still sleeping," Kurt scolded protectively.
"There is no way to fix this. I can't stop her from having her period. That isn't healthy, and that means that for the next however long she wants to be our baby, she's going to freak out like this once a month. That's too much stress, and tension, that she doesn't need," Santana yelled.
"Stop yelling," Kurt scolded.
"I don't know what else to do!" Santana barked.
"Barking is worse," he said calmly. "Maybe I just have to sit with her and talk to her. Tell her I know what happened and assure her, that it won't now. You two can tell her to your blue in the face, but you don't have the same parts that I do," he said and Santana gave a smirk and started to say something. "Toys don't count!" he scolded quickly, before she could say anything.
"Fine, but you don't tell her tonight. Tonight she gets to sleep and we'll deal with this shit in the morning, or next week for all I care," Santana said.
It was two in the morning when Marley's screams rang through the house and Kurt was the first one to her. "Let me," he said to Santana.
"Have you slept at all?" she asked yawning and helping Marley to sit up.
"No, and I think this will help our little dilemma, just you sit there and shush, so I can talk to her," Kurt said and he got on the bed, behind Marley and cuddled her close. She shrieked again and Kurt put his lips to her ear, wrapping his arms around her middle, being careful not to squeeze too hard. "Shhh, listen Marley, listen to Papa Kurt, you're okay," he assured her.
She fussed and wiggled and Santana spoke quietly. "I have to change her," she said.
"Why?" Kurt asked.
"Because she's probably covered in blood and while she can sit in it, I don't want her to," Santana said getting up and gathering a new diaper and some cleaning cloths to make sure Marley was all set. She'd been in the diaper for several hours now and Santana was guessing she was a heavy bleeder, especially, since she'd been on birth control for so long.
"Alright baby girl, listen to Papa," Kurt said gently. "Do you know that Papa Kurt is talking to you?" he asked and she wormed around and cried against him. "Shhh, it's only Papa sweetheart. It's just Papa Kurt and we're not going to go on, until I know you know it's me. It's only Papa baby, come on, focus in and listen to my voice sweetheart," he cooed to her and she burst into tears.
"MOMMY!" she screamed.
"Okay baby, okay, Mommy's coming, she's coming right back, it's just Papa sweetheart. It's just Papa Kurt," he tried and she continued to cry.
"No frightening my child," Santana scolded playfully.
"Mommy!" Marley cried and she tried to lurch forward.
"Shhh, yes baby, it's Mommy," Santana assured her sitting down, fully prepared to change Marley while Kurt held her. "Should we get you changed baby?" she asked her gently.
"Yes, I think that's a good idea. Mommy can hold Marley and Papa will change her," Kurt said.
"No, I good, no bud, I good, I good, I good," Marley cried.
"Shhh, yes you are Marley, you are a very good girl and I bet your are uncomfortable, so Papa is going to change you, to make you feel better," he explained and Santana shot him a warning look. "It's just Papa Kurt my love. It's just me and you are now and always my sweet baby girl, no matter what happens, but I have to change you, so you feel cleaner and can get back to sleep," he tried and she burst into a fresh round of tears.
"NO!" she screamed. "NO NO NO! NO bud, NO NO NO!" she screamed kicking her heels a bit and trying to get away from him. Santana was surprised Marley had any fight in her at all.
"Okay, that's enough," Santana said and she stood up and moved to Marley's side. "I know you mean well, but get out. This isn't going to help her. You get out, I'll change her, and tomorrow we will try again. I won't be able to handle it if she throws up," Santana said seriously and then softened. "It's very late and I'm too tired to argue, and I just want us to go back to sleep, all of us," she told him, "and you told me, that you haven't slept," she said kindly and Marley screamed as more warmth flowed out of her.
"No, no, no, I good, I good," she wailed and Kurt spoke kindly.
"Marley, it's okay, Papa's going to bed, you're okay sweet girl," he told her backing out of the room.
Santana caught his arm and kissed his cheek. "You're a good person Kurt, and you're a wonderful Papa," she told him honestly.
Santana went back to bed and spoke softly. "Marley, look at Mommy baby, look at Mommy, you're okay, we have to change you sweetheart. I want you to lie back for me baby. I have to change you, that's all baby. Let's put you in a clean diaper baby, can you lay still for Mommy?" Santana asked gently. "I just need you to lay still for a little while so Mommy can change you baby, okay?" she asked kneeling on the bed, at Marley's hips.
"No bud Mommy," Marley pleaded.
"I know sweetheart, I know. I know you don't like the blood. It's okay, Mommy and Mama don't like it either."
"I good, I good," she cried.
"Shhh, look at me sweetheart. Look at Mommy," Santana said and she waited. "You are Marley. You are our best girl Marley, and no matter what happens, we will always love you," Santana told her. "Mommy's going to change you and then we can go back to sleep," she said on a yawn.
"Mommy," Marley cried.
"I'm right here baby girl, we're just going to change you, that's all," she assured her, speaking gently and kindly as she got her changed. "Come on angel, let's go back to sleep okay? Do you want Mommy to sing to you? Should we cuddle and sing?" Santana asked.