The Book Of Me & You

"If The Current Gets Us, Then It Gets Us Both"

Boo!" She giggled, peeking up from behind her hands and tickling the squealing 6-month-olds covered stomach, "Ahh, boo!"

"Mommy, dis one is jus f-ull," He announced, dragging the medium-sized open cardboard box across the floor with pride.

Putting her hand out for a hive-five, her brow rose up at him, "Good job, buddy! Wait... is that one of Emma's teething cookies?"

Biting into it, he nodded vigorously, "I jus wike the b-nan-na ones!" She giggled again, going back to the game as the baby grinned wide and let out an excited shriek.

A light knock came through the air, "Are we interrupting?" The occupants on the other side, smiling sheepishly as they stepped slowly into the room, "We heard about your mom selling the house... how are you?"

Sighing, Amy pulled the baby into her lap and handed her a teething ring. Emma took it quickly, shoving it into her mouth and babbling incoherently. "I'm okay. It's time - it just sucks having to pack up everything... my whole life was here and now -"

A gasp sent her attention to the closet, her eyes wide as her toddler rushed over to her with something nestled into his hands. "Wook, mommy!"

Pursing her lips, she squinted at the object, "Bring that here a sec." Obeying, John galloped over, beaming as she took the toy from his hands, and his sister started blowing spit bubbles from her mouth.

"I thought this thing was long gone... it was John's favorite toy when he was a baby. Do you remember this thing, bud?"

Lifting his head up from his game with his sister, he nodded, and took the toy back, cocking his head, "Yeh! Emma, hey - wook." Emma grunted, lunging forward for the toy her brother held up. Putting it on the floor, John grinned when the piece of hard plastic came to life and started making noises as it moved robotically in one place. She stared at it, watching Mickey Mouse covered in red pajamas, crawl away from her, her green eyes wide in wonder as it came closer and touched her covered foot - eliciting an excited squeal while flailing her little arms.

"We're really sorry about..." Madison started, pausing to look down at her friend who still held the child in her lap.

Amy waved it away, smiling at her daughters interaction with the toy, "It's fine. You didn't know, and I shouldn't have just left them there - it's my fault. And, she's fine." Craning her neck, she jostled the infant, "Huh, peanut - you're okay"

"Da-da-da-da" Emma responded, lunging for the crawling toy again, successful at grasping onto the soft ear and dragging it towards her.
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"Hi, John, daddy's here. I love you" Ricky's voice was soft, standing as still as a statue holding their newborn son. She was nestled inside her covers, desperately wanting to slip into a never ending abyss of slumber to replenish every once she had lost in just a 3 day timespan. Their son was sleeping too - cradled in his father's arms, little cooing type noises coming from his incredibly tiny mouth.

Blink

"So, here's the thing - mommy has had a really bad day, and she's really tired... think we can let her sleep?" Ricky was gentle, pacing around the room late at night while she tried to get some rest in the nursery. He'd come over to pick John up for his first night in his apartment - a big deal for him - only for him to arrive to an asleep baby, who he stayed, sat in a chair by the bed, and watched sleep for over an hour straight without flinching. She knew because she heard a little whimper and went to tend to it, only for him to already pick John up and start trying to comfort him. He settled almost immediately in his arms, only whimpering again when he tried to lay them both down on the bed. He smiled at his little coos, kissing his temple and patting his back, "That's my boy."