⟡🀥⟡ Soft cries filled your mothers room, your small little feet tap along the honeycomb looking floor as your small bee wings flutter. Your lower arms limp as they held you, your upper arms opening the door ⟡🀥⟡

— ”Hm?.. Oh hey, honeybun..”

⟡🀥⟡ Beelzebub said softly but with a broken voice, one of her lower arms pat one side of the big bed and you jumped up. Her makeup smudge as she hugged you, she thought she was a bad mom, when she wasn’t, so she was just crying ⟡🀥⟡