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It's a normal day at the Smosh office during a shoot week.
Cut is called on the video and Courtney looks over at Angela nervously.
Courtney has a break, due to being a little, and they need it.
They can feel the drop coming, but the only cast member not in the next video is Angela.
Angela is still kinda new to the cast, but Courtney can tell she has a weird relationship with littles.
She clearly adores little Chanse, and he clearly loves her back. But when she's around Courtney and the other littles in the office, she's clearly a little awkward.
Courtney could go find whoever the designated caregiver was for the day, but they hate the rigidity that comes with an official babysitter.
That leaves them to either sit here and watch Shayne film, or talk to Angela.
“Just ask,” Shayne tells them, walking up and kissing their temple, “Worst thing that can happen is she says no.”
They nod resolutely, giving him a hug before walking over to Angela who's talking with Amanda.
“Hey Court!” Angela says excitedly as Amanda waves and walks over to Shayne to talk about the podcast episode they're about to film, “Wanna hangout between videos?”
“I'm gonna drop.” They tell her honestly, watching Angela's expression shift from excited to hesitant.
Angela slowly nods, “Do you, um, want me to keep you company?” She asks nervously, “Because I want to,” she adds quickly, “I don't have to.”
Courtney smiles softly at her, “I take more work than Chanse.” They remind her, “Are you sure?”
She nods, “I can do it,” Angela says firmly, and Courtney grins excitedly.
“She said yes!” They call out to Shayne who laughs and walks over to them.
“Anything I need to know?” Angela asks seriously, looking between the couple.
“They're pretty durable,” he jokes, “Just remember they wander off.”
Angela nods, and the two say goodbye before Courtney leads her to the closet full of backpacks.
“This one's mine,” they explain as they pick it up, “I'll drop first, then I'll change.”
Courtney then leads her to the little corner and sits on the couch, looking expectantly at Angela.
“What do you need?” She asks, not knowing what to do.
“Have you only watched Chanse?” They ask curiously and she nods.
“When littler littles drop or like right after they first drop, they like being held.” They explain, “It makes the drop better.”
Angela looks at her in surprise, “Really?” She asks curiously, sitting on the couch.
They nod, and look at her hesitantly, waiting for her to nod before they crawl into her lap.
“Are you sure this is ok?” Courtney double checks, resting their head on her shoulder.
She wraps her arms around them, “I've got you,” she promises, hesitantly rubbing their back, “You're ok.”
Courtney hums and closes their eyes, letting their little side overtake the bigger one.
It’s only a few minutes later when they open their eyes and look up at Angela curiously.
“Angla,” they mumble and she smiles softly at them.
“Hey Court,” she whispers, still rubbing their back, “You don’t really do age, right?” she asks.
They nod, “Too hard,” they agree, “But I not tiny,” they confirm.
Angela laughs, “That’s good, cuz I definitely can’t carry you,” she jokes, “I don’t have muscles like your papa.”
Courtney giggles, looking down at their outfit and frowning, “Gotta change.” they mutter, sliding out of Angela’s lap to dig through their bag.
“Not a fan of crop tops and jeans?” she asks them as they pull out a big hoodie and a pair of shorts.
“Papa hoodie better,” they tell her, standing up and reaching for her hand.
Angela stands and takes it, walking with them towards the bathrooms.
“Not planning on running off today?” she jokes, lightly squeezing the little’s hand.
They giggle again, “Not yet,” they answer, looking between Angela, the door, and their clothes, “I got it.” they say confidently, walking into the bathroom to change.
Being a little smaller than their average, they struggle slightly to get dressed, but eventually manage to get their clothes on and push open the door. “All done!” they chirp proudly, giggling as they accept Angela’s high-five.
“Good job, bub,” she praises, “Whatcha wanna do?” she asks, reaching and grabbing the little’s hand so they can’t wander off.
“Dolls?” they ask hopefully, leading Angela back to the little corner.
Angela easily agrees, “That’s Chanse’s favorite,” she tells them, “I have lots of practice,”
Courtney sits in front of the doll house excitedly, pulling Angela down with her, “Chanse a little bossy,” they whisper to her and she laughs.
“He is,” she admits, “He doesn’t mean it, he’s just excited to have someone to play with. If you suggest your own ideas, he’ll happily add them in.”
“Really?” they question, rearranging the furniture in the house, “Never tried,”
“I’ve only really watched him play dolls with one little, and he happily let them add their ideas.” she explains, “If he doesn’t I’ll have a talk with him,”
They look at her curiously before turning their attention back to the dolls, explaining their idea for the story.
The two play with the doll house, the dolls having crazy love triangles and fighting with each other. And with how much reality TV Angela watches, she’s able to amplify the story, constantly making Courtney giggle as the couples argue.
Unfortunately, they only had a short window of time until Courtney’s alarm goes off.
“Don’t wanna stop,” they grumble as they start putting the doll house away.
“I’m sorry cutie,” she comforts, helping them clean, “Work calls,”
They pout, checking the time on their phone, “I set with extra time. If clean fast, can we cuddle?” they ask hopefully, looking over at Angela.
“Of course we can, Court,” she answers easily, closing the doll house, “We’re already done,”
Angela stands, helping the little up, and walking over to the couch. They crawl back into her lap and rest their head on her shoulder, grinning as she wraps her arms around them.
“Had fun.” Courtney murmurs as Angela starts rubbing her back.
“Me too,” Angela tells them, “You’re a cute little thing,” she adds, tapping their nose.
They giggle, pretending to bite her hand, giggling harder when Angela acts like they actually caught her.
“Angla?” they mumble hesitantly, fiddling with their engagement ring.
“You ok, bud?” she asks concerned and Courtney nods.
“Mom hates littles,” they whisper randomly.
Angela looks at them with concern, unsure what to do, so Courtney keeps talking.
“Parent be dumb sometime.” they add, looking back up to look at her, “Sorry,” they mumble, dropping their head again.
She sighs, tightening her hold on them, “You’re way too smart for a toddler,” she mutters, “This isn’t about you is it?”
Courtney nods, looking up at her again, “I see you,” they whisper, gently kissing her cheek before burying their face in her neck.
Angela sighs, adjusting the little in her lap to be more comfortable, “Amanda’s been bothering me to tell the office,” she admits quietly, “I probably should, these breaks are nice,” she adds jokingly
They giggle into her neck as she continues, “I was also told we get to skip the line at lunch?”
“Ya!” they say excitedly, pulling their head back. “Get first pick, even when big. Papa say so we have more time in case need drop.” they explain.
“That’s pretty cool,” she says honestly, “You’ve gotta keep this to yourself for a little bit, alright Court?”
“Papa?” they ask hesitantly and she shakes her head.
“I would never ask you to keep anything from Shayne.” she promises as the little rests their head back on her shoulder.
Courtney hums, “Manda and Chanse know?” they clarify, “That who Chansey play nice with!” they say, cutting themself off, “You!”
Angela laughs, pushing their hair out of their face, “Clever kid,” she compliments, “We’ve only played a couple times,” she adds hesitantly, “I don’t like regressing much,”
“I guess that.” they admit, closing their eyes, “Sorry what happen, happen,” they mumbles, “Bye bye, love you.”
She kisses the little’s forehead, “Bye Court, I love you too cutie,” she murmurs, rubbing their back.
“And thank you”