A/N: I am sorry about the beginning drabble, It was my first attempt at one of these VicTORIous drabbles and I was immensely nervous. Boris Yeltsin: I am accepting drabble ideas, however, as long it isn't something disgusting. Thank you for the question! ScottyBGood: Thank you! Everyone Else: Thank you all for the constructive criticism. Without further ado, Drabble Two!
Prompt:Age Play with Tori as the baby, and Jade as the mommy.
Jade looked at her 'daughter' and sighed happily, placing her in the oversized baby crib and sitting on the creaky old rocking chair in the corner of the colorful room. Jade, of course, wasn't thrilled with the color scheme but Tori insisted on it. Jade laughed aloud, remembering the day Tori had asked her to do this.
Tori Vega walked over to the scissor covered locker and waited for the black and lace clad girl to round the corner and stop at her locker. Tori tried to maintain some sort of composure, but how could she? She was about to ask someone to be her...mother, someone of whom she was supposed to hate more than her own mother. Jadelyn West. Tori slumped, leaning against the locker and considering leaving the entire situation alone and walking to her broken home. Tori was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice Jade walking up behind her with a bottle of Wahoo Punch.
"VEGA!" Jade bellowed, scaring the young Latina at least a foot into the air.
Jade smirked, sipping her punch and looking at Tori with an expectant look. "What are you doing at MY locker?" Jade asked, glaring at Tori. "I-I j-just wanted to ask you a question," Tori said, grabbing the hem of Jade's shirt and pulling her to the janitor's closet. Jade growled immediately, but otherwise put up no fight. They arrived there quickly, Tori shut the door quickly and leaned against the wall. 'You can do it, Tori. Just like ripping off a band-aid.' Tori thought, taking in the tension filled air with deep breaths.
''Well, Vega? I'm waiting," Jade said, arching her studded eyebrow. Tori couldn't stop the rushed words from slipping from her lips. "Iwantyoutobemymom,'' even with the words being so rushed, Jade heard them with clear sound. "No. You are sick!"
Yet, here we are three years later, best of friends with benefits. Jade grinned, standing up and looking at her beautiful girl. "My little Latina.''