The Velvet Cradle of Everwood – Chapter Three – A Soft Beginning
Eliot awoke to the sound of gentle rain pattering on the cottage’s thatched roof. It wasn’t the cold, dreary rain he knew from his old life, but a soft, rhythmic tapping, like nature’s own lullaby. The air smelled of dew and warm pastries.
As his eyes blinked open, the first thing he saw was Liora’s kind smile.
“Good morning, little one,” she whispered, sitting beside the bed, her hand stroking through his hair. “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?”
Eliot yawned, stretching under the warm quilt. His thick nappy crinkled softly beneath him, the sensation oddly soothing. He felt small, cozy, and completely safe.
“Mmhm,” he murmured, nuzzling into the pillow.
“That’s what I love to hear,” Liora cooed. “Today will be your first full little day, my bunny. You don’t have to think about anything but being cozy and cared for.”
Eliot’s heart fluttered. The weight of his old world seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by the soft simplicity of Everwood. Here, he didn’t have to pretend. He could just… be.
After a gentle diaper change filled with humming lullabies and powder that smelled like vanilla, Liora dressed Eliot in a soft footed sleeper, pale green with little white bunnies hopping across the fabric. She even placed a matching bonnet over his head, tying it beneath his chin.
“There,” she said proudly, “the cutest little bunny in the whole meadow.”
Eliot squirmed bashfully, but Liora just kissed his cheek. “No fussing, little one. You deserve to feel precious.”
She carried him to the kitchen where a highchair awaited, painted in soft pastels with little clouds along the edges. Eliot felt a small nervous pang—he had never sat in one before, not even during his private fantasies.
But Liora’s soft coos and patient hands guided him into the cushioned seat. She buckled him in, fastening a bib that read “Liora’s Little Bunny” in swirly letters.
“Let’s fill your tummy, my darling,” she whispered.
Breakfast was a warm, creamy oat porridge swirled with fruit compote. Each spoonful was lovingly offered, and Eliot found himself giggling between bites, savoring every mouthful. Liora wiped his chin with his bib, praised him for being such a good eater, and finished the meal with a warm bottle of milk that he nursed while she cradled him.
Eliot couldn’t remember the last time eating felt like this—safe, slow, full of love.
After breakfast, Liora bundled Eliot into a soft sling, resting him against her chest as they ventured outside. The rain had turned into a misty drizzle, but Liora’s large enchanted umbrella kept them dry, creating a little cocoon of warmth as they strolled.
“Today, we’ll explore a bit of Everwood, my little one,” she explained softly, “but only as much as your tiny heart can handle.”
Eliot nuzzled into her chest, soothed by the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. He didn’t need to make any decisions. Liora would decide everything, and he could just relax and enjoy.
They passed through winding forest paths, the leaves overhead shimmering with little drops of water. Tiny fae creatures flitted by, giggling softly, their wings sparkling. Liora pointed out curious things: whispering mushrooms that glowed faintly, singing tulips that changed colors when brushed by fingertips, and little bunny burrows with pink noses twitching from the entrances.
Everwood was alive with gentle magic.
Their first stop was the Snuggle Grove, a meadow where thick, plush grass formed natural bedding under vast willow trees. Other littles were already there, some curled up in nap mats, others cradled by caretakers reading picture books.
Liora spread out a thick blanket and sat down, pulling Eliot into her lap.
“This is where we come to snuggle, nap, and read stories,” she explained, pulling out a colorful storybook from her basket. “No loudness, no worries—just softness.”
Eliot’s eyelids grew heavy almost immediately as Liora began to read. Her voice flowed like warm honey, telling tales of gentle animals and magical cribs that rocked themselves. Eliot’s thumb found its way to his mouth, his body limp in her arms as the world melted into peace.
Liora smiled, wrapping the blanket around them tighter. Her hand traced soft circles along Eliot’s back, soothing him until his tiny breaths slowed and he drifted off.
His first morning in Everwood ended in a blissful, safe nap under the sheltering willows.
When Eliot awoke, he was still in Liora’s lap, feeling refreshed and warm. She pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Such a sleepy little bunny,” she whispered.
The rest of the day passed in a haze of comfort. Liora took him to a warm spring pond where she bathed him gently, the water infused with calming magic that left his skin soft and his worries forgotten. Afterward, she wrapped him in a towel and tickled his toes, drawing soft giggles from his lips.
At lunchtime, Liora spoon-fed him mashed vegetables and fluffy bread, followed by another snuggly bottle session. The day continued with soft play—stacking enchanted blocks that giggled when knocked over, cuddling with plushies that purred, and watching glowing butterflies dance in the meadow.
At one point, Eliot sat on Liora’s lap, cradled and rocked while she hummed softly. There were no schedules, no pressures—just love, attention, and safety.
That evening, Liora brought Eliot back to the cottage as the first stars appeared in the dusky sky. She changed him into a thick nighttime nappy decorated with little moons, dressing him in a cozy footed sleeper lined with fleece.
After a warm bottle and gentle cuddles, she laid Eliot in his crib—a grand, carved bed with enchanted rails that glowed softly, the mattress like a cloud.
Eliot looked up at her, sleepy but content. “Liora… thank you.”
Liora leaned down, cupping his cheek. “You never need to thank me, sweet boy. Caring for you is my joy.”
She tucked his favorite plush bunny into his arms and pulled a soft quilt over him.
“Tomorrow, we’ll visit the Gentle Falls,” she promised, kissing his forehead. “But for now, rest, little one. You are safe, you are loved, and you are mine.”
Eliot’s heart melted as his eyes closed. Everwood was more than a fantasy—it was home. A soft beginning to a new, happier chapter of his life.
His last thought before sleep claimed him was simple and sure:
“I never want to leave.”
The End of The Velvet Cradle of Everwood – Chapter Three – A Soft Beginning
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