LilGirlLya

"Oh, thank you." Rachel smiled at the compliment. "I'm all by myself but that's no reason to let the house go, besides, it keeps me busy. Something to do on a wild Saturday night, you know?" Her examination yielded a not insubstantial amount of flinching from Ravio but she was certain he was fine. Or at least fine enough it would heal on his own if he stayed off of it. She brought him her smallest glass of water and a single pill back from the kitchen, handing both to him and sitting down on the other side of the couch. She watched him take the pill and it was quiet for a bit. She wasn't exactly sure what do next. She let several awkward silent moments pass between them. Ravio just watching her intently the whole time. The hyper vigilance was understandable. If she'd had any interest in him, he could easily be hers. It was weird, to know that she had the power to just reach out and grab this man and pull him away from his life forever. It turned her stomach. To think some people still did forced adoptions. "So, um...I mean, you live here so I guess you have a job right?" Rachel asked, resorting to making the first attempt at small talk just to break the tension. "What do you do?"

"It's OK," Sara said, blushing. Fortunately she didn't seem to be in trouble for anything but she did have a four year old questioning if she was a big girl. Hannah seemed positively nurturing and kind. Sara didn't understand why, but she'd felt certain she was going to get in trouble. She never had in the past, at least not that she could remember but it felt like it must be different when you're 15. Hazel had been scolded more than she had been so far. "I know you didn't, thank you though." Sara gave a soft smile to Hazel. Sara nodded, approving the plan and wanting out of the soaking wet booster seat. Her aunt fetched some clothes out of the back for her, a loose pajama shirt and some fuzzy pink pants with a clean pair of panties. Sara clutched the bundle tightly as she, her aunt, and cousin quickly crossed the frigid parking lot.

Sara pretended not to notice her aunt attempting to wake her up at first before fluttering her eyes open and making a show of wiping sleep from them. "Are we home already?" She asked, yawning before "realizing" the problem. Sara's hands shot down to her crotch, covering the wet spot and she hung her head. At least she didn't have to act to act embarrassed. "Oh no!" Sara whimpered, trying to extract every ounce of pity she could, "I haven't done this in a long time" she said, not technically lying. "Aunt Hannah," she said, sniffling for effect, "I-I um, I guess I wet the bed sometimes." Sara braced herself, hoping she'd get in less trouble for having a honest bed wetting than she would if Aunt Hannah knew she'd woken up already peeing and couldn't stop it even after she was awake.

"Oh!" Rachel was a bit surprised that the Little didn't out right reject coming over. It was very peculiar but the man did need help and she shrugged, willing to take 'yes' for an answer. "Well, her we are, 314," she said, turning her key in the lock and opening the door to her empty apartment. Fortunately it she had cleaned over the weekend. "Make yourself at home, I suppose." She said, gesturing to the sofa before going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. She returned and bent down in front of Ravio, setting the kit on the coffee table and getting to work. "Alright, so, tell me if this hurts." She started gently prodding the injured knee. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but she thought if it was broken, it probably feel pretty obvious, right? She hesitantly touched him, it made her nervous in a way she didn't quite understand. It had been forever since she'd had anyone over and just as long since she'd touched anyone. She rarely left her apartment and didn't really have friends who weren't icons on a computer screen. Being this intimate with someone felt strange but not unpleasant. It felt nice to be helpful to a stranger. "Right, maybe want to get some pain killers for that. What do you want to drink, I've got seltzer, water, milk, some wine still I think. What are you in the mood for?"

Sara shivered in her booster seat as the heaters roared to life, she could see that her yawn had already spread to Hazel too. Honestly, a nap didn't sound terrible. Normally she wouldn't tired so early but the trip had wiped her out. After sending out a few more texts to let people know she had arrived safely, Sara pocked her phone before the battery died down any further and leaned up against the door of the car, looking out the window as they transitioned onto the interstate. Driving out, she caught a glimpse of the city skyline, glowing with light and neon and she smiled. It had been a long day but she'd made it. This was going to be home now. The lights faded as they moved out of the city itself and onto the open road. Only street lights and lone pairs of the headlights every so often. It was peaceful. Sara yawned again. It was summer, Sara had just finished up her freshman year. She'd been approved for hormones and she was hitting her growth spurt. She woke up in her own room completely at peace and happy. She had breakfast with her Mom and Dad before they reminded her she, Aunt Hannah and Hazel were going to be going to the beach and she needed to get ready. Sara was excited, she got to wear a bikini for the first time and when they reached the beach, she bolted for the surf, diving in, and floating in the warm, rushing, water. By the time Sara's eyes shot open, it was too late. She'd made a horrible mistake and could know feel the consequences rushing out of her and into her panties, hot and wet, soaking through the cotton underwear and seeping into her denim jeans. She tried to stop herself and managed to clinch hard enough to temporarily the stream but the pain and pressure meant she couldn't hold it back. The damage was done and so she gave up. The flow resumed, the pain gone. She bit her lip and whimpered slightly. It was impossible to believe. She'd peed her pants. Sara hadn't wet the bed in...forever! She couldn't remember the last time this had ever been an issue. She was totally soaked. click-click, click-click, click-click. Sara could identify the turn signal. They were here. She panicked. Her aunt had been great so far and she didn't want to get in trouble. Not knowing what else to do, Sara closed her eyes again and tried to pretend to be asleep.

"Well, Ravio, elevator it is," Rachel turned and went down the all to the elevator that serviced the basement. The building itself was three stories tall with the laundry room stuck off into the basement. The ground floor was this quaint little bakery and only the top two floors had apartments. It was fortunate enough at least they lived on the same floor so she could ensure that he got home alright. Rachel kept looking back, keeping her pace slow and making sure that Ravio was following her and not bolting up the steps. You couldn't always trust a Little's judgement in a stressful situation. Once in the elevator she pressed the third floor button. The elevator started with a jerk before rattling noisily up the old building's shaft to the top before the dinging and the lift doors opening. "So," Rachel said, stepping out into the hall and waiting until Ravio followed after her. She was nervous that he'd press the button, maybe flee into the bakery on the first floor or hide somewhere dangerous in the basement. Skittish littles weren't known for stellar planning ahead. Fortunately, Ravio didn't bolt and so she made her way down the hall, leading the way towards both of their apartments. "Do you have anything to treat that with? If you want, we can stop by place first? I'm not doctor but I think I can make sure nothing's broke and give you some pain meds. I mean, if you want to that is." She stressed, trying to emphasize she was merely a taller good Samaritan with no ulterior motive. "If you want to just go back to your place though, I can go get your laundry in an hour so you can rest."

Fran's reflexive snap back, on top of everything else, was disorienting to Emma. Her mother quickly stripped her down and hoisted her into the bath and was even prepared to start washing her before realizing how far she'd already gone. Emma was in shock. It took one accident and her mother had to catch herself from saying the 'D' word and talking about her 'bun-bun'. Emma could only nod silently, her words failing her, as her mother left to make breakfast. "What just happened?" Emma thought? The violation and indignation gave way to shame and humiliation. It was clear, from the crib to the high chair to the 'bun-bun' that even 25 years old with a college degree, her mother still saw her as the little toddler she looked like. She cleaned herself off, suppressing any urge to cry, partly out of concern her mother would notice and partly out of her own feelings right now and fear that crying might vindicate her mother's perception. She tried not to hyperventilate and focus on washing but it was clear to her that she was going to have to do everything in power to be as "adult" as possible. She had no job, she had no apartment, and so she was absolutely dependent on someone who, with one slip up, would realistically be able to take her adulthood away. After 20 minutes or so, she stood up, drained the water, and got dressed before going downstairs.

Sara was conflicted as she took in what Aunt Hannah told her. She'd only gotten out of a booster seat when she turned ten because she was above the age limit. Her parents had insisted she was still under the weight and height but Sara's complaining and the hassle of uninstalling and reinstalling the booster seat meant she'd eventually gotten her way in spite of being short. She'd always been a short kid and holding off on puberty meant that pubescent growth spurt that might make her tall and heavy enough hadn't come yet. She was insecure about her height and her girlish appearance, it was better than the natural alternative but it was made her standout more each year. Hopefully, here would be different like her parents said. "OK..." Sara sighed, what was the point in an argument? Aunt Hannah was right about her size, it was freezing outside, she was tired and, honestly, if being able to live as herself without interference meant she had to sit in a booster seat, fine, she would accept that trade off. "I understand," she said, a little glumly. Sara got into the running car and closed the door, hopping up into the booster seat and pulling the seat belt over her. It was a bit tight on her chest and tummy but not unbearably so. At least not as tight as the seat belt on the plane had been. "McDonalds is alr-ighht", Sara said, yawning through the last word.

"Oh, uh, yeah, let me get that for you..." Rachel took a few steps towards the little, slowly at first, like she imagined she might if she were trying to get close to some skittish forest creature, every step intentional and slow so as not to spook the guy. It didn't take many steps for an amazon to cross to the machine and press the button. The hum and knocking of the washing machine filled the room and she looked down at the little. Unsure precisely of what to say or do in the delicate moment. "I'm Rachel, by the way," she said, hoping dropping her name would at least break the tension. Hopefully he'd respond in kind so she could begin thinking of his as something besides 'The Little' or "This Guy." "So, lets get you back to your house, I guess? Do you wanna take the elevator? I can get the button for you. If you'd prefer the stairs that's fine too, I can walk behind you to make sure you don't fall." She offered, unsure if he'd prefer the more painful option over being in tight quarters and unable to escape from an elevator with an unknown Amazon.

Sara was grateful her aunt didn't choose to push the issue and she handed her bag over, letting her aunt shoulder it instead and leaving herself burdened solely by her big pink backpack. "I could eat," Sara offered up, "I mean, I don't know what's around but if there's something on the way that might be easiest?" Sara couldn't believe that her aunt would be able to get take out at nearly midnight. That weird fact oddly excited her, just one small way her new home was going to be better than where she was moving from. Besides, even though it wasn't as late for Sara as it was for her aunt and cousin, traveling all day was exhausting nevertheless. Fortunately, at least if they got fast food on the way home Sara was reasonably familiar enough with the possible offerings that she knew there would be something she'd like. "Oh really?" Sara shivered as soon as the door opened, a big gust of cool air had got her and she crossed her arms over her chest as they walked across the lot. Snow or not, it was freezing tonight. "It only snows maybe once a year at home, maybe," Sara said, she had some excitement at the prospect of a genuine snow day. "Do you think we could maybe go not tomorrow but the day after?" Sara asked. She'd been told by her parents to definitely expect jet lag in the morning and not to make any plans for the day after. the parking garage provided a wind break but it was still freezing and Sara was shivering significantly more than her more prepared aunt and cousin. She was relieved when she saw headlights on one car light up twice as her aunt unlocked it. Once her aunt opened the door though, Sara saw something that totally confused her. She'd initially only gone to the back seat to put her backpack there but inside she say two car seats. On the side furthest away, one a booster, pretty similar to what she'd had until the day she'd turned ten, and directly in front of her a high backed, heather grey and lilac toddler car seat with harness.

"Hi Aunt Hannah, hey cousin" Sara gave a wave of her own as she approached. As tired and homesick as she was feeling, it did lift her mood seeing a friendly face again at the end of the day. Her Aunt Hannah had always been a cool aunt and supported her from the beginning. She used to come visit a lot more before she had Hazel, it had been a few years since they'd been in the same room together. Hazel had gotten big though, Sara figured Hazel was four now, either that or turning soon enough. She'd only really started feeling out her new life the last time she had seen her cousin. "Yeah, this is it." Sara shrugged, her big, overstuffed purple duffel bag bouncing with the movement in her shoulder and bumping back against her knees on it's way back down. "Mom and Dad said I should pack light and they'll send money for new winter clothes now that I'm here. They told me they would bring the rest up when they, um..when they come too." Sara had been able to cram a little over a week worth of underwear, pants, tops, and her favorite skirt into bag and aside from the tee shirt, hoodie, jeans, shoes, and facemask she had on for the flight, that was all the clothing she'd have at least until they got a chance to go shopping. "Oh, um..." Sara bit her lip behind her pink, cotton face mask and looked away. She did need to use the restroom. The flight had only been about four hours but she was too afraid to use the bathroom before take off so she'd been holding it for a while, since her goodbye lunch with her parents before they dropped her off. She was torn, since school took away her bathroom she had imagined before now it be a relief to be someplace better but now that she was here, the thought of going in made her nervous. She'd been bullied even more since then and suddenly felt very hesitant. "I'm fine, I can hold it till we get home." Sara said. Truthfully, she'd gotten very good at holding it from the time she left school in the morning till when she got home in the afternoon. Another hour was a piece of cake. "Hi Hazel," Sara said, bending down a little bit but still keeping her eyes from fixing on her cousins. "I know you're not a baby, you're obviously a very big girl. You're only, like, a foot and a half shorter than me!" Sara smiled and hoped she was coming off friendly and reassuring. She didn't have a lot of experience with kids, being an only child.

"Ok..." Rachel trailed off, skeptical of the little saying he was OK but not willing to push the point, at least not yet. "Yeah, I can see that." The little was trying to right the chair back into a standing position and that's when Rachel noticed the slight limp and the deep bruise forming through the hole torn in his pants. It took her a moment to put it together but once she did, she mentally kicked herself for not noticing the evasiveness as what it likely actually was, the guy was afraid of her. Not without reason, historically speaking. Rights for Littles were still relatively socially new and even though there had been a lot of legal progress for them recently, it only seemed to drive a cultural backlash and reaction in some places, with some people openly arguing that Little Rights had went too far. She'd seen a news article just today how in another state how a Amazon advocacy group had gotten a department store to stop stocking age appropriate Little clothing because it would 'confuse' their precious, forcefully adopted Littles. It was gross but it terms of affecting her life, it was happening someplace far away and she wasn't a Little and didn't have any Littles so she gave it only minor attention. Probably wouldn't have thought of it at all if she hadn't come across this guy in the laundry room. "Actually", she thought, "he does look sort of familiar. Rachel realized she'd seen him in the hall before on her floor, which meant he probably lived on the third floor of the building too. "Hey, you're, you're 327, aren't you?" She waited, seeing if the Little would react, in a weird way, she hoped that demonstrating knowing where he lived might calm him down. Sort of "I know you live here and your name is on a lease and so you have a job and people would come looking for you if you disappeared and I haven't taken you yet, have I? "I'm in 314, we're neighbors, kinda." She watched him continue to struggle with the chair, she wasn't sure if it would be offensive to ask him if he needed help with it. She debated just doing it for him but the man was visibly anxious and hurt as it is, unsolicited help from an Amazon might cause him to run and if he ran, he'd probably hurt his knee more. "Hey, I know you said your knee isn't that bad but it looks pretty rough. I can put your clothes in for you and make sure you make it back up the stairs, if-if you want that is?"

Sara's phone buzzed as the text came in: "It was fine, I guess. I'll see you soon, I have a purple jacket and jeans on so you can see me." Sara squeaked her way through the lonely terminal. Unfortunately the plane had landed at precisely the opposite end of the airport from the arrival gate and so the trek was a bit of an ordeal. All the shops were closed by now and the only sounds around her the faint hum of the conveyor belts on some sections of the floor and other sets of footsteps. Almost everyone one she passed was either looking through bleary eyes at a phone or trudging along way past their bedtime. No one paid her much notice, which was a bit of a surprise. She was used to extra attention on her own since she was well below average high schooler. Thankfully, everyone was tired enough to mind their business. She was riding the escalator down when she saw her aunt and cousin Hazel. Sara waved once her aunt happened to turn in her direction and the girl walked down the remaining steps and made straight for her aunt, calling out as she approached just in case she hadn't already been seen.

Rachel shifted the basket of laundry on to her hip. She'd been off work for a little bit and thought she might as well start the laundry that had been building over the last week before getting on with dinner. It had been a pretty unremarkable day at work, send out some emails, take some customer calls, partake in the mandatory 'fun' going on in company internal communication platform. The only thing that made it worthwhile was being able to do it in her pajamas in the second bedroom of her apartment. Rachel had her routine and she liked it. She'd never been exceptionally social or outgoing. She never went to clubs or bars and didn't really have very many friends to speak of. Work paid the bills but living so much of her life in her apartment did get lonely sometimes. A lot of her coworkers would fill up the 'Out of Work' section on the company board with posts of them and their children and Littles. She did feel a little bit of envy but chalked it up more to loneliness than to any real desire to have some Little toddling around her apartment. Besides, even if she wanted one, it wasn't like she was going to find one staying home all the time... The stairs down the laundry area were pretty steep, and Rachel took it fairly slowly while she was negotiating the large basket she carried, trying equally hard to prevent anything from spilling out over the top and herself from tripping. That careful balancing act though was undermined when she heard a crash from the laundry room below. Rachel sped as quickly as possible to the bottom of the stairs and rushed into the room. At first, she thought it was a little kid who may have just gotten a bit lost but her eyes settled on his clothing and facial features. This wasn't a kid, it was a Little. "Oh my, hey there," she sat the basket down and approached cautiously. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him. Make him think she was some baby fever obsessed lunatic and not a helpful passerby, "are you OK?" She asked, even though it was quite obvious the poor guy had just taken a nasty fall. "Do you need some help getting up? I've got a first aid kit in my apartment," she offered, "I can run back up for it if you need me too."

Sara was gripping the armrest tightly as the plane's nose bent down and the pilot signaled their descent was beginning. Her stomach twisted into a knot and she nibbled on her lip, she was grateful for the noise cancelling ear buds her parents and bought her before the trip because her seat near the engine was loud. She would peak occasionally out the window next to her, seeing the lights of the city come closer into focus. She was as anxious as she'd been in her life, a few years ago she thought she might be able to live a normal life at home like any other girl, but the last year things had been getting worse and worse until her parents decided for her own safety and well being she needed to relocate even faster than they'd originally planned on. Mom and Dad still hadn't found new jobs or a new apartment out of her old state yet, but fortunately her aunt was going to be able to take her in until the whole family could move up. The last few weeks had involved a lot of tearful goodbyes at school and some packing. Most of her stuff would come up in the main move. All she had with her for now was a backpack and a carry on in the compartment above her. There were a few cheers and some scattered clapping as the plane landed. The person who had sat in the window seat beside her, a young man in maybe his mid twenties who hadn't said anything to her the whole flight still helped her get her purple duffle bag out of the overhead. Being short was in some ways a blessing, or it at least it probably would be in the future. Right now, blockers were holding off a traumatic growth spurt which meant even at 15 Sara was standing at 4'10. She stuttered out a thank you and stood while waiting to deplane, fidgeting with her sunflower lanyard as she slightly swayed in place. The terminal was fairly quiet at this time of night, she'd had to change a few time zones to get here. It wasn't empty but it was significantly less crowded than her departure. Since all she had was the clothes in her bag, a Switch, her laptop, and some personal possessions, she didn't need to pass through baggage claim. Her parents had told her that her aunt had no problem helping get her situated and when they were able to move up to her in a few months, they would bring all of her stuff to their new home. The small girl walked towards the arrivals area, her canvas sneakers squeaking slightly on the floor, each time making her flinch a little bit from the sound. She thought about going to the bathroom now that she was back on the ground but anxiety spiked in her at the thought. Ever since she'd been kicked out of the girls bathroom at school, the idea of using a public toilet made her uncomfortable and a little afraid. She fished into her jeans pocket and brought out her phone, texting out: "I'm here Aunt Hannah, where can I find you?" and sending it off to her aunt.

Emma was caught by surprise first of all by finding herself hoisted out of the crib rather than simply let out. It was jarring and stunned the small adult. She hadn't been picked up like this in years. Reflexively, her legs wrapped themselves around her mother's waist as she settled into position on her hip. She felt her mother bounce her and try to calm her and all it did was stir up a tempest of emotion inside her. This sort of treatment hadn't been a thing since she was a child and yet her mother instantly feel back into those distant methods of calming her down. Emma didn't know how to respond, there was some indignance but there was also shame and a not small amount of fear at being up so high and she held tightly to her mother as she was taken to the bathroom. "I d-don't usually like to drink so close to bed..." Emma stuttered out as her mother returned, unable to meet her parent's eyes in the moment. Emma just nodded meekly at the condolences as her mother began the bathwater.

Emma slept more soundly that she had in longer than she could remember. Of all the downsides to no longer being in the city, quality of sleep was not one of them. It got dark here and there was no noise from cars or the airport to wake her up. It was the first night she'd slept without waking up once in years and she woke up naturally at a normal time in the morning. The first thing that Emma noticed as she stirred was a cool, wet sensation underneath her. She bolted immediately into being fully awake, throwing back the covers to confirm what she knew it was. Emma could only look down as she sat in a puddle of her own making. She was frustrated and felt like crying but it wouldn't be of any use. Better to just deal with the problem and move on. That's what she got for drinking the shake so late, she thought. Emma looked over and was surprised to see the bars of the crib up. Mom must have come in after she had already passed out. Emma reached out to try and lower them but found the bars locked tight. 'Well,' she thought, 'if mom already knows I'm not sure if this makes this easier or harder.' The crib probably had a latch she could use to get out from the inside but a cursory glance couldn't reveal where it was. This was going to be awkward. "Hey mom!" Emma called out, "I need your help!"

Emma couldn't help but slightly roll her eyes as her mother kissed her on the forehead and left her shake with her. Of course it was in a sippy cup, Emma sighed. It was nice to have it brought to her because she had in fact forgotten to do it herself and given how the kitchen was set up for the needs of a person of full height in the years since she'd been home, she would have struggled to accomplish such a basic task on her own. That was the fundamental tension of ever since she stopped growing, the gnawing reality that sometimes she did need help in ways that might make her uncomfortable but it always made her aware of being dependent on able bodied people around her. For someone who prized her independence, it was an uncomfortable reality. Still, it was nice to be taken care of and she wasn't going to reject someone trying to do the right thing, even if it did wound her pride a little bit. Emma normally didn't like to drink this close to bed. Her trainers were good for leaks that could occasionally happen but being careful about fluids was something that spared her the indignity of having to buy her own pull ups for bedtime and afforded her something close to a normal, young adult life. Still, she was in a tough situation because *not* drinking it would probably leave her not feeling well tomorrow. Given the options, she'd take the risk of being embarrassed with a little damper underwear than she was used to vs feeling sick and convalescing all day because she was malnourished. Emma was up for a few hours, absentmindedly suckling on the sippy cup. Her brief flashes of annoyance giving way to a begrudging acceptance. Would it really be more mature to unscrew the lid and pout about it? That's something she would have done as a child. Sure, she wouldn't want to be seen by any of her friends with it, but just rolling with the sippy lid was less demeaning than the prospect of unscrewing it, possibly spilling, and needing to ask her mom for help because of her own stubbornness. Finally, at around midnight, Emma began to get tired. She closed up her laptop and placed it outside the crib, curling up under the covers on the thin yet oddly supportive crib mattress and getting some rest.

Emma sat back and mostly listened, munching on pizza as her mom went on about the various comings and goings of the people in her small town. She followed it as well as she could follow stories about people she either barely knew or hadn't seen for a long time. It didn't take too long for Emma to get full from dinner and when an appropriate moment emerged in the conversation, she cleared her throat and pushed the plate away. "Thanks for the pizza mom, I think I'm going to head up to my room and chill out before bed. I can help with any dishes if you need me to?" Emma offered, she knew her mom probably wouldn't take her up on it. Even if she did, Emma would need minimum a stool to wash, dry, and put away any of the dishes which meant if she and her mom were working together she would just be working slower and in the way the whole time. One of the perks of being kid sized she thought. Back upstairs, Emma decided it would be nice to change into something comfier. She got her comfy clothes out of the dryer, fortunately it opened from the front out rather than the top down like the washing machine so even if she would struggle to do her own laundry by herself, she could at least help with unloading the dryer once it was all finished. Back in her room, in anticipation of bedtime she slid off her normal panties and put on a pair of thick, cotton trainers for the evening just to catch any little leaks that might spring out during the night. Then came her still warm baggy shirt and lounge pants. Emma reluctantly clambered up and into the crib. At least it would be temporary, she had her bed rails down boxed up in the garage. Just maybe a night or two in this she thought. At least the mattress was new enough to comfier that her previous twin bed was. Emma curled up in a corner along the wall and spent most of the rest of the night binging YouTube videos until she started to get drowsy.

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Luna blushed as she felt her aunts finger probe between the leak guards of the diaper to feel the squishy interior. "I'm sorry Aunt Akiza. I didn't mean to." Luna lied. Luna let her aunt unbuckle her and help her out of the car seat.

Dani noticed the seat was a little too big for Ruby. That would be one more thing to add to the list then. She turned some music on while Ruby occupied herself in the backseat on the drive to the Target on her side of town. It was looking like it was going to be a big trip; new car seat, diapers, and clothes at least. She'd already bought some basic furniture for Ruby's room but maybe she could let Ruby get a game or two as well.

"Hey there my little dragon, those clothes alright for you?" Liz smiled. He definitely seemed to enjoy the outfit. Or maybe it was just anticipation of left over pizza early in the morning. She sat the plate down in front of Ben and took a seat at the table herself, watching him eat. "So bud, do you want to go out and do anything today or is it going to be a lazy day around the house?"

"Yeah, that sounds great mom," Emma said between bites of the pizza, "it be good to get out of the house tomorrow and do some shopping." Emma was pretty excited actually, after years of cobbling together a wardrobe a piece at a time with extra money from part time jobs or left over financial aid, a little bit of a spree sounded like a dream come true. Emma finished up her food, chatting a bit with her mom about what she'd been up to and how she'd been filling her days ever since Emma had moved out.

"OK buddy, I didn't really poke around in the fridge too much last night so I'm not that familiar with what you've got in there. Maybe we'll warm up the pizza for today and we can get creative later, deal?" She ruffled his hair one more time before ushering him out of the bed and towards the dresser to gather his clothes for the shower. With Ben take care for the duration of his shower, she went back downstairs and killed time on her phone until she could hear Ben start to come down. After that she got the pizza from the box and 60 seconds later, it was ready just in time for a freshly showered little boy to make his way into the kitchen.