WHAT: Catra wakes up at like 2am on their due date wanting their wedding cake, and Adora makes it happen WHERE: Darla, and then a vampire bakery called Blood & Butter WHEN: Like, middle of the night/super early today WARNINGS: Pregnancy and SOFT STATUS: Complete
It was their due date. Catra knew that it was an estimated time of, you know, this whole birthing thing and bringing a whole ass screeching person into this weird, fantastical pocket world safely tucked away in the grand scheme of the multiverse. There were no guarantees, but that also didn’t stop her from counting the months, the weeks, the days to this particular one. Things felt like they were progressing so fast in the beginning. And then, the third trimester hit.
Time slowed. Dragged, really. Her lungs were crowded. Putting on pants was a workout she loathed to attempt; it was why she opted into the dresses, not even bothered by Adora’s inevitable cooing. She visited the bathroom almost every hour. Tums was popped into her mouth like candy with how frequent the heartburn was, and the insomnia was frustrating. Catra didn’t mind the little gremlin dancing in her stomach - until they kicked her ribs. So, yeah, a part of her looked forward to this date and had foolish hopes that something would magically happen.
Midnight came - she was awake for it, wide awake - and nothing. She tried sleeping. She counted sheep, tossed awkwardly, played with her tail (weird soothing thing that sometimes worked), and tucked her leg over her wife’s midsection (it was more comfortable to sleep with something between her legs, jokes aren’t necessary) to see if that helped. She got up to pee like, three times. At some point, she went to the kitchen and made herself some sleepy-time tea that tasted like absolute ass in the name of desperation and came back to bed. There may have been some dozing, but pregnancy gave her some wild dreams even in her lightest sleep, and it startled her back awake.
When she looked at her phone to assess the time, it was barely two in the morning.
Catra wanted to scream. Catra wanted to cry. Catra wanted to rake her claws all across Darla until every steel surface was claimed by her destruction. She wanted this magically-created, precious spawn of theirs out. Due dates were a scam, orchestrated to get your hopes up and she was over it.
And Adora - beautiful, perfect, sleeping-with-an-open-mouth Adora, was peaceful next to her. Outright cozy with lungs that weren’t squished, a pelvis that didn’t ache, feet that didn’t swell if she stood too long. She knew. She’d been in that body literally two days ago. It was absolutely offensive.
In one swift move, she pushed Adora onto her back and outright straddled her hips in a way that was actually graceful, and also expelled the last bit of excess energy she had left the rest of the week. “Adora,” she hissed softly, iridescent eyes gleaming and glaring down. Her hair was a mess, and she had claimed one of her wife’s cheesy shirts as pajamas. “ Adora,” she repeated, before poking her claw against her forehead.
Over, and over.
“Adoraaaaaaaaa. Adora Adora Adora.”
Adora was deep in a dreamworld that looked like a strange combination of the forests of Vallo and the Whispering Woods back on Etheria. She was riding on one of Adam’s flying disks, watching glowing spores and fungi sprout along her path, hearing the white noise effect of a thousand crickets chirping away.
She was running from something.
Her brother was just ahead of her; she could make out the faintest wisps of blonde similar to her own, the strange whirring sound the disks made echoing out in front of her. Whatever it was they were running from was beastly, but she wasn’t scared. It was a challenge, like the Wild Hunt that Adam had taken her on when dreams had manifested in Vallo for a little while, months ago, but in reverse.
She just had to win. No distractions, no pause, just determination.
She sped up her pursuit, keeping Adam within her line of sight, brows drawn together, eyes sweeping over her surroundings. She was fully zoned in until –
“Adora. Adora.”
She turned, searching for the voice calling her name. It was coming from behind her, she was almost certain, but there wasn’t anyone behind her.
Except the Beast.
Before she knew what was happening, a warm weight smashed into her chest, knocking her from her disk to the forest floor beneath and stealing the breath from her lungs. Her name echoed all around her.
“Adoraaaaaaaaa. Adora Adora Adora.”
Finally, she startled awake…
…only to find herself looking into glowing, and rather annoyed, blue-and-gold eyes. She let out a surprised, breathy laugh. Anyone else would be terrified to see these two orbs glowing in the relative darkness of her bedroom, but Adora felt warmth in her chest, despite the very pouty glare she was receiving.
“Hi, babe,” she chuckled, reaching up to frame Catra’s face with her hands. “Can’t sleep?”
Definitely the poutiest of glares here. It didn’t waver even when she finally woke up but there was a purr; an abrupt little explosion of noise when she felt hands on her face as she rubbed her cheek into her palm. It was short-lived, though.
Catra’s tail was lashing behind her like a violent whip. Oh, she was in a mood.
“Do youuuu,” she began, leaning forward into her to the best of her abilities. Her goal was for their noses to meet so she could just intensely stare into her eyes but, you know, the stomach. Catra got close enough. “Remember our wedding cake?”
Adora’s brain was still loading, but it didn’t take her too long to feel the little breeze generated by that whipping tail. Still not enough to invoke any fear; if she was in trouble, she didn’t know what it was, but she suspected that wasn’t the case. Insomnia had been hitting Catra hard lately, along with some out-of-nowhere cravings.
That was quickly confirmed to be the case – mentioning their wedding cake was a surefire sign.
“Yeah, I remember,” she confirmed, hands slipping from Catra’s face to gently stroke down her arms instead. “You want some?”
Catra scrunched up her face, and–
Did the whole shifty eyes thing and–
Did the mrrrrrp sound, and, eventually: “Yeah,” she admitted with a guilty, frustrated sigh. Cake cravings had peaked, and she knew she should watch her sugar intake but Finn was a loaf that was technically fully baked in the oven that was her damn womb so did it matter, honestly. “I can’t fucking sleep, and I was kind of stupidly hoping that, I don’t know, once midnight hit something magically would happen and my water would break and I could get this show on the road because I’m tired. Remember how their head hits my bladder every time I squat to pee?”
She sat up again, glaring, but it wasn’t personal. “I drank that dumb tea and gagged on it. Then I dozed off for maybe thirty minutes?? Something like that, and I had a dream that we were on one of those baking shows–which definitely means I want some damn cake–and my brain gets so tired of dreaming every time I sleep. And, I just–”
Another mrrrrrp was sounded out before she hid her face behind her hands, and let out an actual, honest-to-god, scream.
A couple seconds later, she finished the rant with, “I’m going to go find our wedding cake, Adora.”
Adora waited patiently for Catra to rant her feelings out. She understood why she was frustrated. She’d gone through months and months of this, making this whole little person for them, and it had been trying. There had been plenty of good – the second trimester, most memorably, when her energy levels had been at their highest – but this last trimester, that had all taken a turn.
She hated that there was so little she could do to help. She’d learned her healing sparked movement from Finn and eased some of the little aches and pains, even if it was only temporarily. But she couldn’t hurry this process along magically, no matter how eager she was to see their little one come into the world.
The little scream startled her for just a moment before she chuckled, sitting up beside her wife and stretching, arms extending over her head, toes briefly clenching and popping. She swung her legs over her side of the bed and got to her feet, circling around to extend her hands to her wife and help her to her feet.
“Then I’m helping you,” she declared. “I remember exactly what bakery we ordered it from. If we put in an order now, I bet we can pick it up by morning.”
Catra was floppy there for a second. Getting up was a lot of effort, and she just wanted to just exist but she also, desperately, wanted rainbow cake. “I don’t want it in the morning,” she frowned, ears dropping low. So low. Pitifully low.
She laced their fingers together as if they were engaging in some sort of dance, and leaned in to rub her face into her shoulder. It was needy and pouty scent marking.
“I want it now,” Catra mumbled. “I just want to put my face in it. And eat it. And sleep. And–then hopefully give birth. Immediately after. I don’t even care where anymore, I love you, but I am so done carrying your heavy-ass baby. What if we call the doctor?? Like now?”
Oh. Adora had apparently underestimated how urgent the need for cake was, but she wasn’t totally sure what she could do to make it happen faster. She managed well enough in the kitchen these days, but she was no expert baker – definitely not skilled enough to make a wedding cake (even a small one, as theirs had been) on her own. This was going to require some research.
She disentangled one hand from Catra’s to shift it into her hair, swaying them gently in place while she looked down into her wife’s eyes. A soft, amused smile curled her lips and she pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“We can call the doctor, but I’m sure she’ll tell us the same thing she told us at your appointment this week. We just have to be patient.”
Patient. Patient. Catra has been patient for nine months already! She was done. Done! Doooooooone. At this rate she wasn’t going to sleep through the night ever again since the next thing that was going to keep her up at night was their actual baby. That baby needed to be out of her and in her arms yesterday. Childbirth had been Future Catra’s problem and she was now in that future, and would like the future to hurry the hell up.
“I want you,” she began, engaging in the swaying since it was nice and, yeah, maybe she wanted to quasi-dance with her hot snack of a wife, what of it, “to turn into She-Ra, and punt the doctor into the sun for me.”
Catra batted her lashes at her, and smiled in a way that was not sweet but hormonally unhinged, and the way she showed her fangs proved it. Her hair was a wild mess, shirt all rumpled from tossing and turning, and she was just a complete and utter vision of over it. “Please?”
Did she not mean it? Yes. Did she mean it? Also yes.
Adora laughed, shifting to kiss her wife’s lips, letting it linger for a long moment. “Catra,” she said lowly, “I love you more than anything and anyone in the whole universe, but, uh, no. Not gonna punt the doctor into the sun. Especially just because you’re pouting she doesn’t want to induce labor. Using ‘I’m tired of carrying the runt around’ probably didn’t work in your favor, you know.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t understand Catra’s plight. She was acutely aware of how much her wife had been going through with her pregnancy and just as aware of how little she’d been able to do to take some of the burden away. She could thank her every single day – and she had – but she still had to go through an arduous process, and Adora got why she wanted to just get it over with. It would be a relief on her body and finally put Finn in their arms where they belonged.
She just didn’t want to force the process before the baby was ready. The doctor had given them a list of ways to induce labor naturally, and for now, she just had hope one of those methods would do the trick at some point.
“It’s still early in the day,” she pointed out. “Maybe Finn will still come. We can try some really spicy food again, and we can go for a walk, and do–” Cue raised, waggling eyebrows “–other things, too.”
Catra had let out the faintest whine against her lips. It wasn’t fair, and having expressed that she was ‘tired of carrying the runt around’ should have been a valid reason! She was sore all over despite having been active, and exercising, and all those tips about reducing body aches had been bullshit. So was that list of ‘all natural ways to induce labor,’ probably.
“Destroy me with other things after cake,” she begged, diving in to hide her face into Adora’s shoulder. God, she missed being able to jump up to cling her legs around Adora’s waist. It was her favorite way of being held and she couldn’t do it. “There’s some bakeries open right now if we take the skiff and go?? Because maybe I just need cake and sex to finally get some sleep so I can prepare myself to never sleep again!”
That last part was definitely shouted into her shirt, and then she just ended up leaning against Adora completely with a very pronounced HMPH!
Adora pressed a few kisses across the top of Catra’s head, scratching gently behind one ear before slowly pulling away. “Let me go to the bathroom and do some googling so we’re not running around the city aimlessly, but then we can take the skiff and go. Okay?” She didn’t actually wait for an answer before popping another kiss on Catra’s forehead. “Get something to wear, I’ll just be five minutes!”
With that said, she snagged her phone off Catra’s nightstand (where she always left it, to avoid waking up in the middle of the night and doom scrolling if it was a rough one) and vanished into the ensuite.
By the time she returned, hands clean and phone properly sanitized, she held it out triumphantly to show Catra what she’d found. “There’s a bakery run by vampires!” she announced. “Blood & Butter. There’s a few reviews saying they made requests with just pictures and a description, and the bakers there duplicated it perfectly.”
In five minutes, Catra lost the will to exist.
Maybe that was dramatic, whatever, but simple tasks like getting ‘something to wear’ required a herculean amount of effort. She had waddled over to the dresser. She had made herself bend over to the bottom drawer - god, why - to pull it open. She grabbed leggings. It took an embarrassingly long few minutes to successfully stick her legs through them, and she instantly regretted not thinking about putting on sweatpants instead.
When she got them pulled up to her knees, she was out of breath and felt a jab of foot against her ribcage and then she just… fell back into the bed, useless.
But! Catra did prop herself up on her elbows to squint at Adora’s phone display. “A bakery run by–nevermind, weirder things exist,” she said with a blink. Her ears perked up with hope. “Um, can youuuuuuu… help me? I got them mostly on.”
It wouldn’t be the first time Adora’s lended a hand in the art of dressing Catra. It was easier just to wear nothing in the scheme of things but, y’know, can’t stroll into a bakery like that.
Adora blinked as she took in the sight of her wife – being so engrossed in her findings, she hadn’t fully processed what was in front – and let out a chuckle. She returned her phone to its spot on the nightstand before turning back to her wife and leaning down to kiss her lips. “I got you,” she assured her with a smile.
In her eyes, this was just about the best gift she could ever have, and every little thing she could do that eased the tough parts even a little? She didn’t need to be asked twice.
She’d had a lot of practice helping Catra dress, especially since the third trimester began. She was getting bigger, belly becoming more of an obstruction and a hassle as the pregnancy inched toward the finish line. She had taken to wearing the most adorable maternity dresses over her typical choice of leggings and tank tops, and yes, Adora’s heart eyes had only grown. That had been true even before the maternity dresses; seeing Catra carrying their baby had inspired a swirl of positive (very positive) feelings in her from the moment she started showing.
She slipped into bed behind Catra, coaxing her back up into a sitting position before she reached for the hem of those halfway-up leggings. She could have asked her to stand, might have been a little easier, but she didn’t want to force her up before she was ready. It took a little maneuvering, but eventually she succeeded in lifting her wife into her leggings, even making sure her tail slid through the custom-made hole at just the right spot to let it out comfortably.
She let out a satisfied hum, burying her face into Catra’s neck and kissing their, arms wound around her from behind, hands drifting up and down her very pregnant belly. “Y’sure you wanna go?” she mumbled, nipping gently just beneath Catra’s jawline.
It wasn’t as if she was incapable of actually dressing herself (the discomfort made her lazy, shush) but Catra had fully embraced the whole let me take care of you thing Adora always insisted, and she was better for it. Seriously. Her pride wasn’t even wounded. She wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed. It was nice. It made her purr, a scratchy chuckle coming up with it.
“Don’t worry, you’re definitely helping me out of these clothes when we come back,” she grinned, turning her head to nuzzle into the side of her face with a hand reaching back tangle into her hair – she even gave her scalp a gentle scratch, the least of what she deserved for putting up with her cranky bullshit. “Might even let you have some cake with how you let me wake you up in the middle of the night for a bakery run.”
Then she pressed a kiss to her cheek, keeping her lips there as she chuckled again. “Thanks for dealing with me, princess.”
“It’s not dealing,” Adora protested gently. “I’m happy to help.” She leaned into Catra’s lips against her cheek for another moment before, with a heavy, reluctant sigh, she began to pull away. “Alright, let’s go get your cake. What shirt do you want?”
It took a little longer to get ready, but before long, they’d loaded up into the skiff and headed into the city, following the map on Adora’s phone to lead them directly to Blood & Butter. It was surprisingly bright inside, in Adora’s opinion, for a shop run by vampires, but she didn’t hesitate to pocket the skiff keys and twine her hand around Catra’s to lead her inside.
The scent was immediately heavenly, making Adora’s mouth start to water as they approached the register. She thumbed through to a picture of their wedding cake and presented it to the cashier, explaining their situation.
In the end, they were still in for a ninety minute wait. Prep moved faster thanks to enhanced speed, but an oven was an oven, and it would take the time it took.
“Why don’t we try some croissants while we’re waiting?” She gestured at them in the display case while the cashier disappeared to deliver their order to the bakers, hoping it would be a mollifying suggestion for Catra. “Looks like they’ve got all kinds of good flavors. Want a blueberry one?”
Catra’s itch for this specific thing was ridiculous. She would have sucked it up if it turned out to be impossible – which, really, she assumed it would be when she thought about it – and figured that if she found something at least comparable that it would be okay. Not all weird cravings could be fulfilled and she did have a reign on her dumb emotions most days. She wasn’t entirely sure if today would be one of those days considering how exhausted and grumpy she felt, but…
Adora made it happen. It made her feel all warm. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten up in the middle of the night to cater to her and she did it without complaints, and listened. She had been low-key purring since they got here and Adora explained what they were looking for, every detail addressed. She hadn’t stopped that purring.
So there was a sniffle before replying. It was a good sniffle. “I want a blueberry one,” she confirmed with a nod, squeezing her hand tightly. They had to wait awhile, and Adora was willing, and she was stupid emotional about it. “I can’t believe you’re actually getting me our wedding cake, again.”
She broke out into a laugh about it, the sound a little scratchier than the norm. Better than crying even if that would have been more of a happy crying than anything else.
“Anything for you,” Adora murmured and leaned close to kiss Catra’s forehead, smiling down at her with soft eyes. “It’s the least you deserve.”
The cashier passed over a plate with requested croissants when they returned, and Adora put in a request for hot chocolate before guiding Catra toward one of the small cozy booths scattered across the front of the shop. If they were going full sugar here, why not really enjoy it? They could have a very early sugary breakfast – or was it still technically a midnight snack? – and take the next week to get through their duplicate wedding cake.
Once they’d settled in the booth, Adora curled her free arm around her wife’s shoulders. “Did you sleep at all, baby? You could’ve woken me sooner if you needed me.”
Phew, sitting. This was better. Catra planned to stay stationed right here, nestled up into Adora’s side, keeping weight off her feet. Sugar was going to cause Finn to wreak havoc but she was up anyway, and they’d probably be entertained by seeing her stomach literally shift with their movement. As eager as she was to eject them from her body, she might miss that part.
“Not really,” she shrugged, snatching up her croissant with both hands and taking an aggressive bite out of it. There might have been this happy, munchy little purr with it. “I was–mmphhhh,” that was another bite, excuse her, “trying? Then I got mad, and then I woke you up.”
The next chomp was so massive that she was already just about done eating the whole damn thing. And she just kept making these noises - a feral chirp, a mildly possessive growl. She was into this pastry hardcore right now.
Adora hadn’t touched her croissant yet, her attention shifting briefly to the cashier approaching with their steaming mugs of hot chocolate while Catra started to eat. By the time she turned back, most of Catra’s croissant was gone, and without hesitation, she nudged the plate closer to her. Catra’s appetite had been especially ravenous lately, and she’d never discourage her from eating.
“I get it,” she acknowledged with a nod. Her very recent experience with the switch had given her a very new perspective of what Catra was going through right now. It hadn’t been easy, and she was more grateful now than ever for all Catra was going through for their family. She had been trying her best to let Catra take the lead more often, knowing now that even well-meaning pushing wasn’t always very welcome.
“Hopefully our little one’ll take pity on you and come out soon,” she went on, pausing just to take a slow sip from her mug. “I guess you just made it too cozy in there,” she grinned.
That hot chocolate had perfect timing. Catra needed something to wash down that final piece of her croissant, and she might have burned her mouth a little with how eager she’d been, but that was quickly forgotten with Adora’s not-very-subtle offer. At first, she hesitated.
Then, she just went for it. Adora’s food was hers now.
“I’m about to overload them with sugar too,” she snorted around a bite of food, adjusting her posture and – oof, there they were. Catra put a hand over her stomach, rubbing the spot. “Pretty sure that was an elbow. It’s getting crowded in there, and there’s–I’m gonna have to pee in five minutes, there’s a head pressing into my bladder.” She glared down at her stomach. “I love you, but get out. Out. Get ouuuuuut.”
The response she got in return was a pronounced nudge that could be spotted from the outside.
“I’m taking that as backtalk. They’re grounded.”
“Don’t say that, they’ll stay in there even longer,” Adora chuckled, dropping her free hand down to rub across the spot on Catra’s belly where Finn was making their presence known. She let her fingers start to glow with power, trailing circles across the surface of Catra’s belly for Finn to follow from the inside. They were very interested in her magic, which had become clear in recent weeks. She liked feeling them perk up under her touch.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said slowly, “that maybe I could help you sleep, too? With…” She wiggled her fingers, though they still remained tracing across the belly over Catra’s shirt. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but maybe?”
Finn reacted to magic. It shouldn’t surprise Catra much – that was what helped make them in the first place, right? They liked to roll around in response to it, chasing the sensation any way they could. That could be seen too with how lopsided her stomach got whenever they switched sides. Several months ago the sight might have freaked her out a little, but it was a daily norm and part of her body and she accepted it. She grew to consider it cool, really.
“God, please,” she breathed, lolling her head against her wife’s shoulder. Catra continued to tear into the croissant like a woman starved while purring a little storm. “I’ll figure out a way to take a nap right here if you can do it. I do feel–calmer, when you help me with some aches?”
Her magic didn’t make her tense up. It was always soothing, and at this point in their lives she trusted Adora’s powers completely.
Adora smiled softly, letting the magic fade so Finn could settle while Catra purred up against her. This was all really theory – she had never tried to use her magic to help Catra sleep, but it didn’t seem like an impossible task. The Power was malleable in the hands of its users; she’d consulted with Teela to decide if it was possible before she’d even brought it up.
The confidence was strong, though, knowing she’d been able to help some of Catra’s aches and pains. Prior to the pregnancy, she’d only ever been able to heal injuries. She could soothe nausea, too, but she hadn’t been able to stop anything illness-related. She wasn’t sure where insomnia fell on that scale, but she figured it was worth a try, for her wife’s sanity.
“Promise you won’t be mad and ask me why I didn’t do it sooner if it works?”
“Who gives a shit,” was Catra’s reply, casual and unbothered as she adjusted herself so she could loop her arms around Adora’s neck. Her smile was dopey, and tired, with croissant crumbs. “Can’t be mad at you, dummy.”
Adora was pulled in for kisses. Delicious, blueberry flavored kisses. They were lazy and soft, but always with a lot of love. “You’re getting me another wedding cake,” she kissed, “let me eat your food,” another kiss, “and you act like I’m still a hot piece of ass.”
Catra pressed their mouths together a little longer at that last part, stifling a short laugh. “Best wife,” she murmured. “Best wife that I’ll ever have.”
(Might have been an echo when Adora had jokingly said the same thing the night they found out she was pregnant; it seemed like an appropriate, full-circle moment.)
“Best and only,” Adora laughed, echoing Catra’s words from that night. She remembered. She would never forget, as long as she lived, finding out Finn was finally on the way. “And I’m not acting like you’re a hot piece of ass. You are,” she murmured, sealing the words with another long, tender, blueberry flavored kiss.
When she pulled away, she shifted in her seat, raising both hands to Catra’s cheeks, sliding her fingers up to Catra’s temples. She closed her eyes as she focused, summoning her magic again, golden glow emitting from her fingertips.
It wasn’t the same as her healing, not exactly. The intention was different, and there was something softer about it. She didn’t quite know how to explain it, but she kept it going, willing Catra’s mind to ease and make room for sleep. She’d had too many sleepless nights, and with another hour or so to wait, Adora hoped this would be enough to encourage a nap.
It was definitely an experiment, but Catra also didn’t mind experimenting with Adora’s magic considering where it had gotten them (ahem). If it didn’t work, oh well. If it did, she had a wife-shaped body pillow next to her to get comfortable with. So when Adora pressed her fingers to the side of her head, she stilled and let her eyes do the shifty thing as she worked her powers. A model patient.
A few seconds passed before she felt something. “Ohhhh, feels like you're massaging my brain,” Catra snickered. “It’s not bad. Kind of neat. Tingly, like–being high? I can’t get high off magic, right?” Weird thought, but she didn’t catch the way her words began having this sleepy little slur. She blinked slowly, over and over, like her mind was trying to fight off how heavy her eyelids were beginning to feel.
A different set of purrs began vibrating through her body. They were quieter, expressing more of a I’m safe sentiment than plain contentment. She felt both things. “You’re so,” she paused to yawn in a way that definitely wasn’t cute and definitely wasn’t squeaky, “pretty. Pretty-dora. Prettiest-dora. Please don’t eat the cake without me.”
Catra pushed her weight into her more, ears and eyes and head beginning to droop. Wife-shaped body pillow that was actually her wife was very cozy and warm, she was going to cuddle the shit out of it. Her. Yes.
Adora couldn’t help smiling at the near-immediate change in Catra’s demeanor. She was still purring and quite clearly content, but the purring had shifted into something a little softer that she knew to be a very good sign that sleep was on the horizon. She let the magic ebb away again and shifted to make herself a more comfortable pillow for her sweet, loopy wife.
It did seem similar to Adora when she was high, actually. Dopey and adorable, speaking thoughts aloud that might usually be kept inside. She chuckled at the string of compliments and musings, one hand reaching out to lace her fingers through Catra’s.
“I won’t eat the cake without you,” she murmured, stroking one hand through her wife’s mane. She pressed a kiss to the top of her head and took a deep breath. “Nap, baby. I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.”