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Miranda smiled as she looked down at the lightly snoring bundle in the crib. He'd really worn her out this time, hadn't he? Her grin deepened as she reached over the bars to lightly stroke the tuff of hair on the child's head, eliciting a slight, sleepy moan and a shuffling as the baby stirred a bit, though not enough to wake. Withdrawing her hand, Miranda did a lap around the crib, looking around the room. Even though she had helped set it up, she was still bemused by the pictures that hung from the lightly hued walls; pictures that had been personally chosen or approved by the occupant of the crib. And of course, the spotty leopard plush that kept him company in dreamland...he had blushed SO deeply at the toy store when he picked her out to Miranda. She had quite a bit of fun teasing him on the drive home, relenting only when he nearly crashed the car due to bashfully averting his eyes from her and thus half of the road.
A chime from the kitchen broke her from the memory, and she shook her head chuckling a bit as she left the nursery to attend the sound. Pulling the bottle from the microwave, she started back towards Kit's room before stopping herself, testing the liquid on her wrist. Despite her relatively recent foray into 'mommydom', there was still a thing or two that she remembered from her own childhood. This was...a hair different then being sixteen and babysitting the neighbor's twins, but her mother’s own lessons were still there. Satisfied that she wasn't about to burn her little friend's mouth, she stepped back through the hallway of the home they shared, ears perking as she heard the rustling that certainly meant her charge was awake.
Sure enough, the footie-clad two year old was up, holding onto the bars of his crib to steady himself. Despite the difficulty, once up on his toes the little stinker was quicker then the wind, necessitating either a set of walls around him, or a keen watchful eye at all times. As she watched silently, Kit rubbed at his eyes, his back to her, unaware of her presence. Taking a moment to look around his room, she saw him draw in a deep breath, no doubt about to use his diminished lungs to nevertheless wake the dead with a cry of ‘MIR!’. Her name, butchered by his childish diction, came very close to sounding like “MA’ but that wasn’t exactly true was it? The how and the why weren’t important, but she had had a lot of fun this weekend. It wasn’t all rainbows and roses, definitely, but she learned that with a liberal amount of baby powder, the worst of it could be forgiven. Besides, the sleepy love his wide eyes projected as he lay on her chest made it all worth it. He had also promised a very lavish dinner in exchange for diaper duty, so there was that as well.
But all things good are fleeting, and the goober had work in the morning. The antidote to the regression serum mixed into his milk, a stray, naughty thought crossed her mind. This wasn’t so bad, was it? She could get used to ’momma’ over the baby monitor at 2am. Kit most certainly wouldn’t object…well, not just yet. Besides, it was her turn next, and she already had plans to make her nursery as frilly and colorful as she could. None of this yucky boy stuff. And after that…who knows? Dashing up behind him before he could shout, she quickly gathered the giggling heap and squeezed him tight, promising in her embrace that no matter what age they happened to be, happiness and love were sure to be near at hand.
Good end YCH commission for
FAUXHAMMER! Very special thanks to 
kircai for helping me with the shading and after effects. Really wanted these to look good. :D
A chime from the kitchen broke her from the memory, and she shook her head chuckling a bit as she left the nursery to attend the sound. Pulling the bottle from the microwave, she started back towards Kit's room before stopping herself, testing the liquid on her wrist. Despite her relatively recent foray into 'mommydom', there was still a thing or two that she remembered from her own childhood. This was...a hair different then being sixteen and babysitting the neighbor's twins, but her mother’s own lessons were still there. Satisfied that she wasn't about to burn her little friend's mouth, she stepped back through the hallway of the home they shared, ears perking as she heard the rustling that certainly meant her charge was awake.
Sure enough, the footie-clad two year old was up, holding onto the bars of his crib to steady himself. Despite the difficulty, once up on his toes the little stinker was quicker then the wind, necessitating either a set of walls around him, or a keen watchful eye at all times. As she watched silently, Kit rubbed at his eyes, his back to her, unaware of her presence. Taking a moment to look around his room, she saw him draw in a deep breath, no doubt about to use his diminished lungs to nevertheless wake the dead with a cry of ‘MIR!’. Her name, butchered by his childish diction, came very close to sounding like “MA’ but that wasn’t exactly true was it? The how and the why weren’t important, but she had had a lot of fun this weekend. It wasn’t all rainbows and roses, definitely, but she learned that with a liberal amount of baby powder, the worst of it could be forgiven. Besides, the sleepy love his wide eyes projected as he lay on her chest made it all worth it. He had also promised a very lavish dinner in exchange for diaper duty, so there was that as well.
But all things good are fleeting, and the goober had work in the morning. The antidote to the regression serum mixed into his milk, a stray, naughty thought crossed her mind. This wasn’t so bad, was it? She could get used to ’momma’ over the baby monitor at 2am. Kit most certainly wouldn’t object…well, not just yet. Besides, it was her turn next, and she already had plans to make her nursery as frilly and colorful as she could. None of this yucky boy stuff. And after that…who knows? Dashing up behind him before he could shout, she quickly gathered the giggling heap and squeezed him tight, promising in her embrace that no matter what age they happened to be, happiness and love were sure to be near at hand.
Good end YCH commission for
FAUXHAMMER! Very special thanks to 
kircai for helping me with the shading and after effects. Really wanted these to look good. :D
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