The Velvet Cradle of Everwood – Chapter Ten – The Enchanted Wardrobe
The next morning dawned misty and cool, with pearly light streaming through Cradle Cottage’s nursery curtains. Eliot stirred beneath his quilt, his pacifier still gently bobbing as he sucked in his sleep. His bunny was nestled against his side, and the slight crinkle under his blanket told Liora he’d need a change soon.
She leaned over his crib, brushing a hand through his soft, tousled hair. “Wakey wakey, sleepy sprout,” she cooed.
Eliot blinked slowly, letting out a small squeak behind his paci. Liora smiled and reached under the covers, gently squeezing his swollen padding. “Very soggy,” she said with a knowing hum. “Somebody’s been busy in dreamland.”
He blushed, but didn’t look away. This had become routine, and somewhere in his heart, it had stopped feeling strange to be praised for waking up wet.
After a gentle wipe-down and a fresh diaper with fluffy powder and soft tapes, Liora dressed him in a cozy onesie with cloud patches on the knees. As she snapped it shut around his thick diaper, she gave him a little tickle under the chin.
“Today’s going to be exciting. You get to pick your very first outfit from the Enchanted Wardrobe.”
Eliot tilted his head curiously. He hadn’t heard of that yet.
Liora chuckled. “It’s more than just a closet. It’s a magical room in the cottage that responds to your feelings and needs. It helps little ones discover who they truly are, inside and out.”
Eliot’s eyes widened.
“You’ll see,” she said, lifting him into her arms and giving his bottom a gentle pat. “Let’s have breakfast first. You’ll need your strength.”
After a bottle of warm banana-milk and a soft scone with enchanted honey, Eliot was carried down a hallway he hadn’t noticed before. It was lit by low, glowing lanterns shaped like stars. At the end stood a round wooden door painted with swirling colors—lavender, buttercup yellow, and mint green.
Liora set him down gently on the cushioned floor. “This is where your feelings guide the magic,” she whispered. “When you’re ready, just crawl through.”
Eliot looked uncertain for a moment, then dropped to his hands and knees. The bulk of his diaper made crawling natural now, and the soft snaps of his onesie tugged gently with every movement. He hesitated at the door—but then it shimmered, slightly ajar.
With a quiet breath, Eliot pushed it open and crawled inside.
The Enchanted Wardrobe wasn’t like any room he’d seen. It wasn’t filled with shelves or hangers—not at first glance. Instead, it was an open space that shimmered with soft pastel mist, lit from above by a sky of floating fabric stars. Around him, the air pulsed gently with emotion—warm, secure, curious.
As Eliot crawled forward, displays began to rise from the ground.
First, a rack of footed sleepers appeared. One was baby blue with rattles printed across the chest. Another had sleepy dinosaurs holding plushies of their own. Eliot reached out and touched one; it felt like velvet and moonlight.
Next came overalls—puffy, padded, some with embroidered animals or enchanted buttons that sparkled when touched. They wiggled playfully on their hangers, as if saying “Pick me! Pick me!”
Then came rompers, shortalls, onesies with little hoods, shirts with cartoonish animals, and even bibs that shimmered with magic. A few seemed to hum faint lullabies when he passed.
Eliot’s heart beat faster. This wasn’t just choosing clothes. This was about becoming the little self he was starting to recognize.
And then it happened.
One rack stayed still. It didn’t sparkle, dance, or sing.
It held a single outfit: soft mint green shortalls with white buttons shaped like stars, a pale cream undershirt with tiny ducks swimming across it, and matching socks. It didn’t try to call attention. It simply… waited.
Eliot crawled toward it.
When he touched the fabric, a warm shiver passed through his hands and into his chest. He didn’t even hesitate—he just turned back toward the door, outfit tucked in his arms.
Liora waited outside, smiling as he emerged. “Did you find something special, sweetheart?”
Eliot held it up, eyes wide. Liora’s smile grew even warmer.
“You chose beautifully.”
She dressed him slowly, savoring each moment—the soft slip of the undershirt over his head, the gentle snap of the shortalls over his diapered middle, the final tug of his socks. She stood him up on the floor, where he swayed slightly, his legs spread wide by the padding.
“You look just right,” she whispered, kneeling in front of him. “You didn’t just find something cute. You found something that feels like you.”
Eliot looked down at himself, then back up at her. A soft sound bubbled from his throat—something between a coo and a laugh. She lifted him into her arms and hugged him tightly.
“I’m proud of you,” she murmured into his hair. “You’re listening to your little heart.”
The rest of the day was quiet and gentle. Liora took him to the story corner where enchanted books fluttered open and read themselves aloud with warm voices. One tale was about a squirrel who forgot how to play until a magical caretaker helped him remember the joy of puddles and peekaboo.
Eliot lay on a pillow with his bunny, giggling softly as the pages turned.
Later, Liora fed him lunch on her lap—small spoonfuls of squash mash and tiny buttered stars that melted in his mouth. She praised his clean plate with a kiss on the forehead and a slow bottle afterward, rocking him gently in the nursery glider until his eyelids began to droop.
As he napped, Liora sat nearby and whispered softly to the room.
“He’s coming along so beautifully,” she said, her voice laced with love and a trace of wonder. “The wardrobe showed me what he truly needed. And he chose it on his own.”
The nursery responded with a quiet shimmer of magic—an affirmation.
When Eliot awoke, he was still in his chosen outfit. His diaper was wet again, but he didn’t mind. Not even a little.
He let Liora change him with soft wipes and snug tapes, feeling his eyes flutter as she powdered him with something that smelled like marshmallows and sunlight.
That night, after bathtime and lullabies, she tucked him in wearing the same shortalls, this time with a pacifier clipped to his collar and his bunny tight in his arms.
“You’re blooming, baby boy,” she whispered as she drew the covers up. “You don’t have to pretend to be big in this world. Everwood is your forever place.”
Eliot suckled gently on his paci, blinking up at the spinning mobile above him.
For the first time, he didn’t feel like someone hiding in baby clothes.
He felt like someone who had come home.
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