hat radio.

[fisherprice_tim]

Tim was not expecting birthday presents. Because it wasn't his birthday. Days that weren't your birthday rarely bred an expectation of presents, unless the church said you got some. Tim had just handed Dixon off to Bridget and gone upstairs to see what the bookshelf had to offer, feeling in an amiable mood. The jukebox started playing Radio

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[_bridget_jones_]

It'd been just after Tim had handed Dixon off to her. In between a chorus of 'no's-- which, after a few weeks, Bridget had gotten into the habit of ignoring-- she'd decided that perhaps nap time was a good idea.

Really, how many times will it take before he realizes that yes, it was a word, and yes, eventually everyone would stop being so bloody impressed by it?

Unfortunately, Dixon had a completely different idea, and instead, decided that the time had come for an entirely new word, which, while not completely 'mum', was some sort of amalgam of 'mama' and 'mum'. Excitedly, Bridget had scooped him up to catch up with Tim and let him in on the news.

Rushing into the room, she stopped short at the expression on his face.

"...that's certainly an interesting hat," She said, a little taken aback by it.

[fisherprice_tim]

"It's Hat F.M., in fact," Tim said, laughing a little, absently letting the hat shift hands as though he'd bee caught in a compromising position.

"Um, thirtieth birthday present frommm myyy mum," he said, "in fact. So the nap didn't happen, did it?" he grinned a bit as he walked over, then pushed Dixon's hair around and kissed his forehead.

[_bridget_jones_]

Bridget was fairly certain that she would have preferred a hat radio to offers to take her to get her colors done, but it was a sub par gift, nonetheless.

"Actually," Bridget said, momentarily distracted from the hat when Dixon's hair was ruffled, "Your son decided that today was a good day to try out a new word."

She grinned and Dixon punctuated her sentence with a very confident "No!"

[fisherprice_tim]

"Oh, my so-" Tim pulled the slightest of double takes, smiling with a subtle but permeating kind of brightness, and he wrapped one hand around Dixon's foot.

"My son did, did he?" Tim had been pretty smitten with Bridget for a long while, and he'd liked Dixon quite a bit from the first time he'd seen the baby. The idea of becoming the little boy's father had seemed totally appropriate and like it would be an easy transition. The actual result was that he was now utterly smitten with two people.

"And what," he asked, "have we added to the lexicon?"

[_bridget_jones_]

Bridget knew very well that Tim wasn't actually Dixon's father. In fact, her son had started to look a bit more like his father as he'd gotten older, so it wasn't exactly easy to mistake them for actually being related.

But when it came to who'd actually been around, Tim really was Dixon's dad.

"Something somewhere in between 'Mum' and 'Mama'," Bridget said, with a bright grin.

[fisherprice_tim]

"There we go, then!" Tim said, grinning first at Bridget and then at Dixon, "that's properly ambitious. Can I hear?" he asked the baby, although he was fairly certain the answer would be 'no!'.