《Little Bit Of Trouble (Jungkook Fanfic) ✔》E I G H T
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"Kookie! Come here!" I shouted through the house. He had been good for the last several days, giving me not one problem, until today.
"No, I no want to nap!" he shouted, running away from me.
"Kookie, you need a nap! You didn't get one yesterday and you were cranky. Now you get over here right now or you are getting a punishment!" I said, sounding stern.
"Nooooooo!" he shouted until he ran to the end of the hallway, cornering himself. I grabbed his wrist firmly and pulled him into his room as he stomped into the room behind me.
"Now, on the bed." I said, pointing. He huffed and climbed on his bed, crossing his arms.
"Mommy being mean." he pouted, scrunching his face up. I handed him his pacifier and he threw it, making it bounce off the wall.
"Now, Kookie is being mean. Ok then, no stuffies during naptime." I said, gathering the several stuffies off of his bed and put them up on the high shelf in his closet. He gasped and sat up, his eyes wide and already turning watery.
B-but Mommy I need stuffies!" he whined, his breathing getting heavy. I laid his top half down and ran my hand back over his hair, shaking my head.
"I'm sorry baby, but you wouldn't listen to Mommy, so you have to get a punishment." I said, wiping the one tear that came out of his eye.
"I need bunny!!!" he cried, reaching out for me as I stood up.
"You can have him back after your nap, now go to sleep." I said, clicking on his night light and turning off the overhead light. I heard him sniffling a little as I closed the door mostly, making me feel bad already. I walked next door to my room and sat on my bed, sighing.
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"MOOOMMMYYY!!!!" he cried loudly, making my heart hurt. I pulled out my phone, texting our new group chat.
I put my phone in my pocket as I walked out of my room, hearing his loud sobs only to be interrupted by hiccups. I creaked open his door, making him jerk his head up and make grabby arms out at me. I picked up his pacifier off the floor and walked over, laying on the bed on my side facing him. He snuggled into me quickly, still sobbing on my shirt, clutching it into his fist.
"Shhhh shhhh shhhh. It's ok, baby boy, Mommy is here." I said softly, softing his head.
"I s-s-sorry M-mommy. I a b-bad boy. I w-w-wanna be a g-g-ood boy." he said between hiccups. He cried hard, making me feel the wetness through my shirt.
"Do you know what you did that was naughty?" I asked, kissing his forehead.
"I y-yelled at Mommy, a-a-and r-runned away, and throwed m-m-my p-paci." he cried. I patted his back and rubbed it soothingly while shushing him softly.
"Yes, baby. Just because you did a bad thing doesn't mean you are bad. You did a naughty thing, but you are still my good boy." I said, kissing his wet little cheek. I wiped the tears off of it as he sniffled over and over, trying to gain his breath.
"M-m-mommy not l-leaving me?" he asked, looking up at me with big wet eyes. That simple question made my heart ache.
"Awww shhh. No, Mommy doesn't ever want to leave you." I said softly into his ear, making him shiver.
"I scared Mommy leaving. I all alone again. It scary all alone." he whimpered, his chin wobbling.
"No, no, no baby. I promise. I am here my sweet boy." I smiled, kissing another tear off of his cheek. He buried his face in my chest, still sniffling a little bit. I put his pacifier in his mouth as he gently suckled on it, his brow still furrowed.
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"Mommy." he mumbled, wiggling his head back and forth between my breasts.
"What is it handsome prince?" I asked, running my fingers through his slightly damp hair.
"Love you." he mumbled, his eyes getting heavier.
"I love you too, baby boy." I said, feeling my heart swell. I saw a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of his lips as he hummed into my chest. I continued patting and softing his back, as I twisted slightly, laying a little more on my back. He moved his head straight on top of my breast as he let out a soft sigh, his eyes now completely closed. I closed my eyes as well, relaxing and listening to him breathe softly, enjoying how close we had quickly become.
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