The Velvet Cradle of Everwood – Chapter Five – A Day by the Gentle Falls
Eliot woke to the sound of birdsong, soft and melodic, drifting through the window of Cradle Cottage. A cool breeze danced across his cheeks, carrying the scent of fresh spring water and blooming flowers. He blinked his eyes open, stretching beneath his cozy quilt as the familiar crinkle of his nappy greeted him with comfort.
Liora appeared in the doorway, dressed in her soft green cloak, her smile as warm as the morning sunshine.
“Good morning, my sleepy little bunny,” she whispered, walking over to the crib. “Today’s a very special day.”
Eliot sat up, feeling the thick padding shift between his legs. “Special?”
Liora nodded, reaching down to scoop him up into her arms. “We’re going on a little adventure to the Gentle Falls. A perfect place for little ones to splash, play, and relax under the soothing waters.”
Eliot’s tummy fluttered with excitement and a little nervousness. But as Liora pressed a kiss to his temple and cuddled him close, the nerves melted away. He wasn’t alone—he had his caretaker, his Mama.
After a thorough morning change—complete with fresh powder and a soft, crinkly diaper decorated with little blue waves—Liora dressed Eliot in a soft romper in pale blue, with a hood that had floppy bunny ears. She fastened his booties snugly and popped a matching pacifier into his mouth before settling him into a cozy sling.
“Comfy, sweetheart?” she asked, giving his padded bottom a gentle pat.
Eliot nodded, his paci bobbing as he snuggled against Liora’s chest. “Mhmm… comfy.”
With a light picnic basket in one hand and Eliot bundled close, Liora stepped out into the beautiful Everwood morning.
The walk to the Gentle Falls was peaceful. Sunlight danced between the trees, and enchanted flowers swayed gently as they passed. Little forest critters peeked out to wave at Liora and Eliot—glow-tail squirrels, ribbon-wing butterflies, and even a few shy fae.
Eliot rested his head against Liora’s chest, listening to her soft hums as they followed the winding path.
After a little while, the distant sound of rushing water greeted them, soft and rhythmic, like nature’s lullaby. Eliot perked up, his eyes wide with wonder as they entered a clearing bathed in golden light.
Before them stood the Gentle Falls—a cascading stream of sparkling water tumbling over smooth stones, creating natural pools surrounded by soft moss and enchanted lilies that glowed faintly in the sunlight.
“This,” Liora whispered, “is one of Everwood’s coziest places.”
Liora laid out a soft blanket near a shallow pool where the water bubbled softly, warm from gentle enchantments. She set Eliot down and quickly checked his nappy before giving an approving smile.
“Still nice and dry, little bunny. Let’s keep it that way while we have some splashy fun.”
From the basket, she pulled out a special set of swim nappies—extra puffy, with tiny dolphins printed along the sides—and a soft sleeveless top. After changing Eliot into his swimming attire, she settled him down by the pool, his little toes touching the water.
Eliot’s laughter rang out as the warm water tickled his feet.
Liora sat nearby, dipping her own feet into the pool. “See? No need to be scared. This water is gentle, just like everything in Everwood.”
Eliot quickly grew bold, splashing his hands and feet, watching the enchanted ripples glow softly with every movement. Little rainbow fish darted in and out of the water, playfully splashing him back with tiny tails.
After a while, Liora joined him in the water, scooping him up into her arms as they floated in the shallow pool together. She supported him easily, her hands warm and steady.
“Such a happy little water bunny,” she cooed.
Eliot rested his head on her shoulder, feeling weightless and safe, his fingers lazily playing with the water’s surface. Every now and then, Liora would blow soft raspberries against his cheek, making him giggle and squirm.
When he started to grow drowsy from the gentle floating, Liora carried him back to the blanket, wrapping him in a thick, hooded towel with little bunny ears.
“There we go, all cozy again.”
Lunch was simple but delightful—soft bread filled with sweet jam, little star-shaped cheese bites, and a warm bottle of milk that Eliot nursed while Liora cradled him in her lap.
Around them, the Gentle Falls sang softly, the sunlight filtering through leaves, and tiny butterflies dancing through the air.
Liora read a picture book about playful water sprites while Eliot listened, his tummy full and his heart peaceful.
As Eliot drifted in and out of a nap, Liora whispered, “You are safe, my little one. You are loved, and you belong here.”
Later in the afternoon, Liora dressed Eliot back into his dry romper and took him on a little walk around the Gentle Falls. They found a patch of enchanted daisies that giggled when touched, and Eliot spent a good while pressing his tiny hands against them, laughing along with the flowers.
Nearby, they discovered a hollow log where baby glow-worms snoozed, casting a faint, peaceful light.
“This is your world now, my darling boy,” Liora said, picking him up again, pressing him close. “Full of soft moments, gentle days, and magic made just for you.”
Eliot’s only response was to nuzzle into her shoulder, his heart full and his limbs limp with happiness.
By the time the sun started to dip low in the sky, Eliot was thoroughly worn out. Liora packed their things, checked Eliot’s nappy—now pleasantly soggy from all the bottle feeds—and secured him back into the sling.
“You had a big day, didn’t you, sweetheart?” she whispered as they walked back to Cradle Cottage.
Eliot nodded sleepily, his paci bobbing again. “Mhm… Mama… fun.”
“Yes, my precious little one. There will be many more fun days, I promise.”
Back home, Liora gave Eliot a gentle bath, cleaned him up, and dressed him in his softest footed sleeper—one with little clouds drifting across it. After a final bottle, she rocked him in the nursery’s grand chair, humming softly while Eliot’s eyes fluttered shut.
As he was placed into his enchanted crib, Eliot felt something new—this world wasn’t just soft and safe anymore.
It was his world. His new home, with Mama always there to care for him.
The last thing he heard before sleep claimed him was Liora’s gentle voice whispering, “Goodnight, my precious bunny. Sweet dreams until morning.”
The End of The Velvet Cradle of Everwood – Chapter Five – A Day by the Gentle Falls
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