Mariah coos at the baby, tapping his nose now and again to gain the gurgled noises he produces without fail. His hair is as light at hers, though his eyes are quite dark. Perhaps it will brighten as his youth approaches, or maybe his hair will get darker, I don't know.
What I do know is he is a fat baby. Simon is a fat baby, and no amount of strength Goddess gives us can compare to his weight alone. He was fat when she gave birth to him, and all he seems to do as the days go by is get fatter and fatter. Mariah just keeps feeding him, that's why.
With arms folded, hip leaning against the oak wood dressing table, I continue watching my mother caress the fat cheeks of her baby. I have no other choice, as she is the one who called me into Simon's room to accompany her to Abraham's office. Yet, I find myself waiting for her as I have been for the past five minutes, simply watching her. I have no interest in rushing, as the last time I did that, I had an earful of how she spent her days nursing and catering to my every needs when I was a baby, and Simon deserves the same.
A way to guilt trip me. It didn't work but I can respect the baby's time with his mother.
Sarah's here as well. She stands by Simon's cot, watching in admiration, smiling brightly at her mother and baby brother. Out of all of us, she was the one most excited to have an addition to the bloodline; something about not having to be the youngest sibling anymore. Until Simon can walk, function accordingly and verbally respond to questions, Sarah will always be the youngest, and I will ensure she knows this.
After a few more minutes, she places him in his cot after showering him with kisses. She allows for Sarah to take up her space, giving her the trusted opportunity to play with the baby.
Mariah then turns to me, smiles as she tucks her hair behind her ears. "Let's go?"
The both of us exit Simon's room and head towards Abraham's office. My hands are stuffed in my pocket, head lowered with disinterest, and Mariah is about a few steps ahead of me, head lifted high for obvious reasons. Her arms elegantly sway back and forth in accordance to her steps, and her hair sways about from left to right.
Down the hall towards our destination, she spares me a glance over her shoulder and asks; "Are you nervous?"
"Do I have reasons to be?"
"I know your father and I know you." She slows in her steps and glances at me once more. "I can only hope to Moon Goddess that an argument doesn't break out and whatever you both discuss can come to a conclusion you both are happy with."
"So you know what it's about?"
"I can only assume what it's about." We reach the door, and after an odd second, she knocks on the door. "Just... Don't do what you do best."
"Which is?"
"Get on his nerves with your quick mouth."
After getting a signal to come in — I don't know what the signal is, I guess that's just between my mother and Abraham — Mariah opens the door, allows me in and follows suit. I take it upon myself to close the door after her. The both of us then head towards his desk. It's quite a walk, an unnecessary one if I may just add, but when we get there, I exasp a dramatic sigh and settle in a seat, eyeing my mun who sits on the small couch by the window.
Abraham's office is as basic as it comes. Overly spacious, so perhaps that isn't basic, but everything else is kept to a minimum. For somebody who has money, he prefers to throw what he earns towards vehicles, business venues and more opportunities, and towards ensuring my mother is satisfied with whatever she wants.
I do mean whatever. If he's a simp for anyone, it's her. I'd like to think it's not just their mating bond or the fact that they are destined for life, no; I think he genuinely is in love with her and will kill, paint the town red and start wars over her slightest distress. I mean, he might be a 'rational person', but I heard that for your mate, you'd do anything.
