Two months and counting!
With a baby on the hip, Bella bounces down the stairs into the front hall, plodding toward the kitchen to get a bottle of milk, and maybe some orange juice and crackers for her. Edward the Third -- or rather Trey -- coos happily with every step his mother takes, sticking his fingers in his mouth and giggling excitedly around them. She's just thankful that he's been one of the pleasant and quiet babys thus far. Thankfully with Alice and Edward around, not so much Jasper, she's been able to get a decent amount of sleep at night.
Tres' hair had grown in: a thick dark mop, like Bella's only finer, softer. And his big baby eyes were still their startling blue as they stared out over the expance of the living room when they passed through. The loving mother nuzzles him close and finishes her journey at the fridge. Carefully, she bends over, propping open the door with a foot, and examines it's contents before pulling out a bottle, labled neatly "Tres."
Babbling some incoherant exclaimation of contentment, as she straightens up the baby takes his hand down and tries to reach out for the bottle.
"Okay okay, Tres. Just give mommy as second, huh?" She still had to get her orange juice. One trip to the fridge was better than two. Less of a chance of bumping him into the door.
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Tres' hair had grown in: a thick dark mop, like Bella's only finer, softer. And his big baby eyes were still their startling blue as they stared out over the expance of the living room when they passed through. The loving mother nuzzles him close and finishes her journey at the fridge. Carefully, she bends over, propping open the door with a foot, and examines it's contents before pulling out a bottle, labled neatly "Tres."
Babbling some incoherant exclaimation of contentment, as she straightens up the baby takes his hand down and tries to reach out for the bottle.
"Okay okay, Tres. Just give mommy as second, huh?" She still had to get her orange juice. One trip to the fridge was better than two. Less of a chance of bumping him into the door.
Typist: So sorry! I've been active on Instant Relay Chat, but have been forgetting up update with logs from the conversations here! :O Fail!