𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕤 - An Aryia x OC Story

ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖 𝟙𝟛 - ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

Hey guys, good news, we're finally at the end of the filler chapters (for now) but I also wrote 5 parts last week, meaning that I should be updating more frequently soon, and then I can make a start on Rhymes and Rhythms 3 👀👀

If you've read this one before in my imagines book, you'll know that Levi learns a new word and Aryia gets jealous (there's a bit more of that to come in the next chapter as well) but I hope you all enjoy Rhyme 13 😊😊

WARNINGS: None.

Chapter Song: Defiance - Praying Mantis

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"Come on, Levi. Say "Papa~"." Aryia smiled with a high and rhythmic tone.

I smiled to myself as I did the dishes while Aryia spoon-fed Levi his lunch. Glancing back at them, I giggled as he made several weird faces to persuade the baby to hopefully and finally say papa. If anyone else was around – especially the panel from Kévin's videos – I don't think he ever would have been able to live the teasing down.

I didn't know what was wrong with Levi though. At this point he was one of two things: lazy or stubborn. But I didn't want anyone to get me wrong, he was amazing and adorable, he just seemed to be acquiring several of my lovely – but at times, more frustrating – qualities.

When Levi was awake, he was constantly on the go. He still couldn't walk, but he could crawl and would occasionally roll around. His hands were constantly getting into things they shouldn't be, though. I'd thrown a fit when Levi found the boys' BB guns and Kévin had been put on cleaning and dog walking duty for a week. He thought he'd put them out of reach, but apparently not.

Despite Levi's limited vocabulary, consisting of Ronnie, Kévin, Mama, and No, he was very chatty and would always coo and babble things to us and the roommates, which just made him even more adorable. We were very proud of our son's development, but the one thing bugging Aryia – and therefore me, because he kept going on about it – was that he still hadn't said "Papa". I didn't know if it was more difficult to say than Mama, but it was still making my boyfriend sad that he was somehow incapable of saying it. We'd tried different variations of the word too – like Dada – but he just didn't seem to want to say it.

Regardless of Aryia's efforts, Levi remained in his high chair, food dripping from his mouth. The baby's breakfast continued to dribble on the bib Aryia's mom had bought for him.

"Papa." Aryia repeated.

When Aryia asked me how I managed to get Levi to say "Mama", I told him that repetition was the key and that he would eventually pick it up, but I didn't think the method was working for him as well as it had for me. That or he really was a momma's boy like how he and Kévin kept saying.

"Mamamamamama." Our son responded, rubbing the contents of his breakfast all over his face and through his hair.

"Aryia." I pointed out to him as he got distracted by watching me.

"Shit." He pouted, now on bath duty.

Out of nowhere, Levi let out an ear-splitting screech and hit the bowl off his highchair and I ducked as he started to laugh at his father's bemused expression. Mushed up food was now covering the floor, kitchen cupboards and his face. And before Aryia could use a washcloth to clean any of it up after ducking to the floor to avoid my wrath, I couldn't help but laugh.

He stood up and wiped his cheek to remove some of his food facial, giving me a very heavy pout.

"How is it," I asked between laughs "that whenever you feed him– the whole room looks like a food bomb just exploded?"