#Chapter71
---Fussy.
Sammy POV.
I'm back, I'm here, and mama is giving me hard time, it's all cause I'm sick. My flu aren't the easiest, when I told her Adam calls me a bitch when sick, she slapped my bum hard. She's not nice, not when she's punishing or getting a point across.
I'm getting better, I'm not that sick anymore but still, she says I am, tonight's fight was about sleeping, she has to work with her people, it's not what I'm objecting to, I'm objecting to being put down to sleep, I hate sleeping alone, I hate sleeping early.
/"It's too early!/" I whine again, she's not having any of it, she has me dressed as she usually does before bed, in diapers, and some oversized hoodies, I like the hoodies, they are comfy. They also smell like her, she doesn't have to wear them, but she does something to them, just just smell like her the whole room does.