I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

Alina sat carefully on the her chair, Luna tucked snugly in her arms like a fragile bundle of soft fur and tiny sniffles. She could still feel the little pup’s heartbeat thumping against her chest, the warmth soaking into her cold fingers. She brushed Luna’s soft ear aside, murmuring softly, "Okay sweetheart... don’t cry, don’t cry... Teacher’s here."

She glanced down and spotted her bag lying forgotten by the door and before she could move, Boo’s tiny ghostly hands appeared out of nowhere. He floated it up and plopped it next to her on the desk with a proud little grin. "Here you go, Teacher!" he whispered like a secret, and Alina gave him a soft, grateful smile.

Luna, feeling the warmth of being held and hearing that gentle voice, shifted in a flicker of gray light. Her tiny wolf form faded, and there she was again — a beautiful, grumpy little girl with messy pigtails poking out from her fluffy gray hair. Her cheeks were pink and wet from crying, her little red eyes still swollen but burning with that fierce baby longing.

"I want Daddy..." Luna hiccuped, her lips wobbling. "I want to go Daddy Daddy..."

Alina’s chest squeezed. She brushed her thumb under Luna’s eyes, wiping away the wetness as gently as she could. She could feel it, the helpless love a child carries for their parents. The way it tugs and hurts. Alina’s own heart twinged with memories of her mother’s tired smile in that hospital bed.

She took a steady breath and tucked Luna’s hair behind her tiny ear. "Alright, Luna dear," she murmured softly, voice like warm honey. "Can you tell Teacher your daddy’s phone number? Or someone in your pack who can come talk to you?"

Luna’s eyes lit up through her tears, her pout fading just a bit. She sniffed and nodded her tiny head, her little fists curling around Alina’s sleeve. Alina pulled her phone out from her bag, unlocking the screen with her still-shaking fingers.

"Tell me, sweetheart," Alina said, her thumb hovering over the dial pad. "Nice and slow, okay?"

Luna puffed up her cheeks, her nose scrunched like an angry kitten, and she squeaked, "One-One-Two-Two-Three-Three-Four-Four-Five-Five."

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Alina’s lips twitched. She almost laughed but she caught herself when she saw Luna’s deadly serious face. Goodness, it’s so cute.

And as if the tiny wolf could read her mind, Luna sniffed again and muttered, "My daddy said I don’t remember numbers good... so he made me easy number. So I remember. Daddy is smart..." Her baby voice dropped into a tiny, sleepy grumble, her big eyes blinking slowly.