bare baby with a HUNGRY belly. he’s napping on the flat of stomach, hair a coarse yet silken mess over closed eyes. may be in la - la land but senses it, the dip in the mattress, the comforting heat of skin, the promising scent of sweetness. tucker cracks lids open, torpid and serene, latter an odd look for one with a perpetual scowl.

a few clicking squeaks he makes, as if triggered by a maternal presence. the boy scuttles closer with intent, curling against curved bodice. distantly sticky fingers  ( been drooling on them )  crawl to plush breast, he noses at flesh, doesn’t bother asking. simply latches on, melts against her. things he’s been missing out on, company he craves, misses his real momma SO BAD he hurts himself. 

his fault. he’s badbadbad. eyes flutter shut at a warm and sickly sweet flow, nails a tad too sharp, teeth a tad too sharp, kneading. from satisfaction a soft WHIR can be heard from somewhere inside him, being lulled back to sleep. feels safe likes this, good and complete.