seventy-one

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Please excuse any mistakes. Enjoy reading.

~~~~C.R.Welsh
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~Emma's POV~

"Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy." Javier keeps saying my name over and over. Luckily I have an immense amount of a patience. "Mommy done yet."

"Nope." I say.

"Now?"

"Nope."

"...now?"

"Nope."

"Mommy mommy mommy mommy!"

"Javi Javi Javi Javi." I mock making him giggle. I put him in his high chair. Yes, he's three and still using a high chair. He only sits in it when one of us is in or watching him in the kitchen.

"Hi bubba." Javi says to José.

"Bubba?" I question.

"He my Bubba." Javi says to me.

"Do you mean brother?"

"I sayed that."

"No you said bubba." I smile. "José I think you just got your nickname. Forget Pepe, your nickname is Bubba."

"Bubba!" Javi cheers.

"Bubba!" José says.

"You are Bubba." I point at him so he knows.

"Me. I am Bubba." He points at himself.

"Yeah." I smile.

"Mommy day (they) done yet?"

"Oh snap! I almost forgot." I grab the oven mitt. "Stand back José."

"It Bubba now," he says.

"Okay, stand back Bubba." I smile and open the oven. I take out the cookies and set them on the stove.

"Mommy day done!" Javi shouts.

"Yes, they're done. We gotta wait for them to cool off."

"Mommy I get a cookie too."

"When they cool down José."

"Bubba." He reminds me. This reminds me of the time when Mateó didn't know his name.

-flashback-

~Regina's POV~

"What's your name cutie?" A woman asks Mateó.

"Bebé." Mateó answers. Emma starts laughing.

"Bebé? Is that ethnic? Or a cultural name?"

"That's not your name." I chuckle. "It's Mateó." I say to the woman. "Bebé is just a pet name. It means baby." I smile.

"My name bebé. Mamá call me dat." Mateó says.

"Your name is Mateó." Emma says.

"Your name is Mateó?" He asks.

"No your name is Mateó, not mine."

-end flashback-

"Mommy day not hot no more." Javi says. "I feel dem?" He points to the cookies. This boy loves cookies. He asked me to get him some, but I said I would make him some using a recipe that I inherited. It was passed down from my birth family.

"Let me see." I feel a cookie; they're warm. I pick it up and give it to Javi.

"Tank you." He smiles.

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