Snippets And Conversations

Cookies and Milk

 "It's really not that bad, Enid." Wednesday said as she wrote something down on her worksheet. "It's actually sweet tasting, and I know how much you enjoy sugar."

Enid stuck her tongue out as she bit into her snack. Why would she even want to do that? She is very happy without having to breastfeed like Wednesday does. Now, she didn't mind the girl doing it, it just wasn't her thing. It honestly grossed her out to drink milk from another human-

"You're overthinking it, Enid." Wednesday looked up from her paper, holding a steady gaze. "The feeling is very comforting in little headspace. Now, I had the conversation with mom in big headspace, and we're in agreement that I will not feed from her if I am not little."

Pursing her lips, the blonde glanced over to their caregivers chatting on the sofa in the living room. "How would I even approach the subject? It's not like I ever wanted it in the first place..."

"Do you maybe want to try it with my mom in private?"

Enid's face flushed red at the very mention of that. "H–How about we start off with a bottle first, huh?"

"You've drunk from a bottle before." Wednesday rolled her eyes, but she got up and grabbed a bottle from the cupboard. "Do you want normal milk or breast milk?"

"Normal!" Enid squeaked, face turning a deeper shade of beetroot red as she buried it in her hands.

With a devious grin, Wednesday shielded her work by turning her back to Enid as she grabbed one of the small plastic bags from the fridge. She poured it into the bottle, giving it a quick shake before giving it to Enid.

"Lay down on the floor." The werewolf raised an eyebrow. "If you want to practice. I don't sit up when I nurse, you know."

Sliding down from her chair, Enid laid herself down on the cold tile and held the bottle to her mouth. She titled it upwards and felt the strangely sweet milk flow into her mouth, tasting like something she couldn't quite put her finger on...

Moving Enid closer to her chest, Wednesday sat her up at a slight angle supporting her head like Larissa does. Enid raised another eyebrow, cracking an eye open. Wednesday's face was turned away, a full blush on her.

Taking the bottle out of her mouth, the blonde sat up. "If you're embarrassed we can stop." She didn't mind stopping, the milk she was drinking wasn't half bad. She would need to ask where they bought it.

"No need to, it's just new for me too." Wednesday said as she stood up. "Why don't we go to my room, it might be more comfortable on the carpet."

Nodding, Enid hid the bottle at her side as she walked past the couch the women were sitting on. Before they reached the door, Larissa called out to them.

"What are you girls' up too?"

Wednesday was quick to answer, "An experiment."

"With a bottle of milk?" Marilyn pointed to the glass bottle in Enid's hand, the girl jumped and hit it further behind herself. "Did one of you drop?"

"...No..." Enid looked to Wednesday for help, not sure how to explain why two teenagers were bringing a baby bottle to a bedroom.

"It's an experiment, we'll explain later. Come on, Enid."

Linking her arm with the werewolf, Wednesday tugged her into her bedroom leaving the adults to scheme. Getting up from the sofa, Weems made to go and check on the suspicious pair but Marilyn put a hand on her arm.

"Give them a few minutes. I'm sure it can't be that bad."

Three minutes later, both caregivers went to Wednesday's bedroom only to find the smaller girl sitting on the floor with Enid's head in her lap, feeding her a bottle. Larissa took note of the slight, barely noticeable yellow tinge of the milk. She grabbed her phone, snapping a picture.