"Mmmmmmm," my baby self gurgled softly as Tin Tin gently bottle fed me, cooing softly and holding me close to her soft floral green pyjamas. Tin Tin was so gentle and kind to me, and always will be, no matter what. Then, Alan smiled in, kind and understanding as his true love ever was.
"Hey hey hey, how's my little butter sugar doing on a night like this?" asked Alan, a bit cheekier than usual. Tin Tin didn't take any notice. She just kept on feeding me. Alan knew what he had to do. As soon as he left the room, there was a stunned silence. Tin Tin slowly put down my bottle and wiped my milk covered mouth. The silence eerily advanced on.
And then, Alan leapt from the darkness right onto Tin Tin and me. Tin Tin squealed loudly as Alan tickled her, and then tickled me. I didn't cry this time, I just laughed and gurgled as Alan gave me enormous kisses on my cheeks, until at last, a gentle silence fell upon us all, our laughter fading out.
"You know, Tin Tin," said Alan at last,
"I am your bread, and you are my butter, melting softly on me. And this little kid here..." He gently booped me on the nose, and I giggled.
"She's our marshmallow fluff. You know, we should let her wear small bunny pyjamas someday." And with that, all of us fell asleep, me snuggled cosily between them.
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