So Say We All

You Are My World, My Darling

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"Can you say 'Mama?'"

"Baba."

"Mama."

The small infant grimaced, powering his small brain to copy his mother's words.

"Bah."

Katheryn couldn't help but smile at her son's umpteenth attempt at saying his first word. It was endearing, as the case with any new mother, but she couldn't deny the frustration of him just not understanding.

He was nearing his tenth month and still hasn't progressed past babbling. The woman wasn't too concerned, though; according to her physician, kits will most likely be a bit delayed with words, but if they don't progress past gurgles by their first year, then she should worry.

The last thing she wanted was her baby to have some sort of condition that would negatively impact him for the rest of his life. Though, she wouldn't love him any less if that were the case.

She was shaken from her thoughts when the kit suddenly grunted, crawling towards her and making a grabbing movement with his little hands.

"Ah."

Katheryn innocently tilted her head to the side, to which the kit copied instantly.

His mother stayed silent, pretending to act dumb, but quickly relented when she stared into his large, pleading, green eyes.

Glancing at the clock, the young mother stood up, stretching her back until she heard a satisfying pop! before glancing at the homemade clock near the window.

It was almost noon, which meant snacktime for the little kit.

Well I'll be damned. He knows his own schedule better than I do.

"Ah," he repeated, as if trying to make a point.

"I guess I can't say no to that," she laughed as she gingerly picked him up, being mindful about stepping on the numerous building blocks that were scattered haphazardly across the living room. Her feet ached at the reminder of such a blunder. Luckily, the kitchen wasn't that far, so she was perfectly capable of carrying her baby to his throne.

With an exerted grunt, she placed the boy into his highchair (he's a big boy!), locking the tray tightly and wrapping a bib around his thick neck. Once she was sure he was secure, she walked towards the fridge, rummaging through the numerous containers for something to feed her child.

'Looks like it's shopping day for me,' she mentally groaned, pushing leftovers aside. If Kaden wasn't home in the next half-hour or so, she would be forced to take the kit with her. Not that she minded, but she found that the kit wasn't fond of loud noises and crowds.

The more she could avoid those situations, the better for both of their well-beings.

That's when she found what she was looking for.

"How do strawberries sound?" she asked over her shoulder, noticing how he was watching her every move.

"Ah!" the kit exclaimed, excitedly smacking the tray over and over again.