She breastfeeds her.

Alya leads Marinette to one of the bathrooms. In co-ed schools there were three different types of bathrooms: Boys, Girls and Littles.

Boy and girl bathrooms were functionally similar, with boys rooms having less stalls and more urinals than the later. Bathrooms for littles were much more different. They had nothing but sinks and stalls, but their stalls were three times the size of a regular stalls. In those stalls was a padded bed, not unlike the kind you would find in a doctor's office. They also came with cabinets full of everything you would need for diaper changes with one-size fits-all diapers for littles and a diaper genie for trash. Littles and caregivers came in both genders, so Little Bathrooms were gender neutral.

The bathroom was almost empty. Out of the closest stall came Nathaniel and Marc, Nathaniel leading Marc by the hand as Marc waddled slightly, getting used to the feel of his new, unused diaper under his rompers.

Alya picked the stall at the very end of the bathroom and sat down on the padded bench against the wall.

"Alright baby girl," said Alya, unbuttoning her shirt. "I hope you're hungry."

Marinette blushed and nodded as she sat herself in Alya's lap. She took out her pacifier and set it down next to Alya. Alya unclasped the right-side of her bra, revealing her big, dark-brown nipple with a dew-drop of white in the center. Marinette reclined over Alya as her head was led up to her breast and her lips latched on, taking in mouthfuls of milk.

Littles had a different metabolism than other people. They preferred softer, simpler foods, even when not in their headspace. Just like actual babies, littles enjoyed milk and formula, including breastmilk, and could even have whole meals just be from the bottle.

Alya remembered when she started lactating only a week after she found out she was a caregiver. She remembered how sore she was, the ice packs doing nothing to ease it. When her dad came home from the pharmacy with a cheap breast-pump for caregivers, she felt like she wanted to slap him. Unlike other classifications of women, female caregivers lactated whether or not they were pregnant or are ever pregnant. They were biologically hardwired to take care of babies, so that meant they were there for feeding whenever breastmilk was needed. Since Alya's twin-sisters were too old for breastfeeding and no one in Alya's immediate family were littles, Alya was **** to accept the breast-pump and throw the produced milk down the drain.

Then she met Marinette. She was sweet and funny, and when she discovered that she was also a Little, she could not resist. Soon she volunteered to be Marinette's caregiver. She would play with her, change her, babysit her on the weekends and when she wasn't lost on her headspace, they could talk about ideas for fashion and a potential lead for her blog. Marinette was apprehensive and even a little embarrassed when Alya offered to breastfeed her, but soon she found that she preferred it over formula.

When Alya's right-breast ran out of milk, Marinette switched to the other. Alya thought that Marinette could never be cuter than when she is nursing. Marinette would relax, her cheeks puffing slightly as she fed, her eyes fluttering, relieving the ache in her breasts like a godsent. She probably needed a nap after this, which would leave time for Alya to have lunch herself.