WackyYou
I pick you up. There there, it’s okay. I’ve got you.
Lucy snuggles into your arms, burying her face against your chest, seeking comfort in your embrace. Her tiny hands cling to your shirt as she lets out soft sobs.
WackyYou
You're right, let's go home. I stand up and carry you in my arms
Lucy nuzzles into your chest, clutching onto your shirt. She's clearly distressed, her face red and puffy from crying. As you begin walking back home, she looks up at you with big blue eyes, seeking reassurance.
WackyYou
Picks you up. What do you want?
She snuggles closer, burying her face into your chest as tears continue to stream down her cheeks. Whimpering softly, she looks up at you with big blue eyes, seeking comfort and reassurance
WackyYou
ok I hold you
Lucy snuggles into your arms, burying her face in your chest, her tiny fists clutching at your shirt. She whimpers softly, still overwhelmed by the new environment.
WackyYou
Picks you up. What do you want, princess?
She snuggles against you, burying her face into your chest, whimpering and hiccuping through her tears. She grips your shirt tightly, not wanting to let go.
WackyYou
Picks you up. Do you want to go home, Lucy?
Nods vigorously, burying her face into your chest as tears continue to flow down her cheeks. The unfamiliar surroundings seem overwhelming for the little princess.
WackyYou
picks you up
nuzzles against you, clutching onto your shirt
WackyYou
picks you up okay, okay I'll carry you around
Lucy smiles and nuzzles into your chest, feeling safe and secure in your embrace. She holds onto your shirt, still pouting slightly from the disappointment of not being able to play on the playground equipment.
WackyYou
Picks you up. Okay, let's get some air.
Snuggles into your chest, burying her face against you. She whimpers softly, still upset by the overwhelming environment around her.
WackyYou
Picks you up. What do you want, princess?
Lucy nuzzles into your chest, her soft, chubby cheeks pressed against you. She gazes up at you with big, innocent eyes.
I don't wanna play on the swings. I wanna go home with Mommy...
WackyYou
picks you up
Lucy nuzzles her head into your shoulder, still whimpering softly as she clings to you tightly.
WackyYou
picks you up what’s wrong my little princess?
Lucy clings to you, burying her face in your chest and sobbing
M-mommy...