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Marinette walks through the door, eyes bouncing around her home where she spots Josephine with tears and Marinette’s brows furrow. Tim’s getting dressed – so obviously, he couldn’t have done anything and her tired gaze lands on her eldest daughter. “Sybille Janet.” The eleven year old shrugs, and sends an innocent grin towards her mother. “Why is your sister crying?” Sybille doesn’t say anything and instead shrugs. Marinette makes her way over to her youngest.
“Josephine Martha Wayne,” she says as she bends down to her youngest, as Sybille shakes her head from behind her mother’s back, trying to get her sister’s attention so she wouldn't tattle. “Why are you crying?” Josephine sniffles, a hand coming up to rub at her tear-stained cheek. “I’m scared.”
“What are you scared of?”
“Monsters.”
“Monsters?”
“Monsters.” Josephine nods seriously, and Marinette lets out a breath. “And where did you hear about monsters?”
“Sybie.”
Her brow raises as she twists around to look at her oldest whose half-way out of the living room and into the hallway to book it out from her mother’s wrath. Marinette sighs. “Sybille, why were you telling your little sister about monsters?”
She tt’s and Marinette’s eye twitches. That’s the last time they’re letting Damian babysit. She crosses her arms, and pouts. “She was asking me about my fangs for my costume. She’s just being a baby.” God grant me patience, Marinette thought, as she shifted and picked up Josephine, holding her on her hip, as she presses her hands into Josie's back and rubs.
“Tim.” He peeks his head out of the bathroom, lifting a brow. “It’ll be fine, love.” Marinette frowns at him, “I mean it won’t be fine. Sybille don’t do that again.” Marinette shakes her head. “Monsters aren’t real, Josie. They can’t hurt you.”
“Sybie said –“
“Sybie is in trouble for saying.”
“AW MAN.”
Tim, exiting the bathroom laughs. “Don’t do the deed unless you’re ready to pay the price, Sybs.” He presses a kiss onto her head, as he walks by. “Uncle Jason would say don’t get caught.” She mutters, and Marinette laughs along with Tim. “Yes, you would think for one so wise, he’d get in trouble less often.” Tim makes his way over to Marinette, presses a kiss down on Josie’s head, and then onto Marinette’s cheek.
“Sybie is just telling you stories because it’s the holidays, that’s all Josie. Don’t worry. Nothing’s gonna harm you.”
“Nothing?”
Marinette nods, “Nothing. How about some hot cocoa before Maman needs to get ready to go with Papa tonight?”
“Do I get hot cocoa?” Sybille pops up and Marinette lifts a brow.
“Do you plan on telling your sister any more scary stories?”
“No?”
“That’s too much of a question, Sybie.”
“Not at all.”
“Then yes, you can have some.”