AGE OF LOVE
6 Months
"Shane, why don't you come say hello to the Stewarts?" Mrs Sandy Gray asked of her middle son.
"No." 3-year-old Shane Gray replied petulantly.
"Shane." Sandy called in a warning tone.
"I'm playin'." Shane complained from his position on the floor with his toy cars and dinosaurs.
"I'm sorry about him, he's rather stubborn." Sandy appologised and Susan Stewat just laughed and shook her head. "You have abeautiful little girl, what's her name?"
"This is Miley." Susan answered, smiling down at the infant.
"And this little guy is Nate... They looked quite adorable together, don't they?" Sandy chuckled, bouncing her 8-month-old on her lap.
"I guess someone's a little tired." Susan said in a soft voice after an hour of talking to the new neighbours, noticing little Miley's head lolling a little.
"Oh, why don't you go put her up in the boys room, Nate and Shane should probably go down as well." Sandy suggested, getting up.
"I don't wanna sleep with a dumb girl baby." Shane complained, stomping his feet and crossing his arms petulantly.
"Shane. Don't be so rude, young man." Sandy scolded, lifting him onto his bed. Nate was already laying in his crib with his favourite teddy bear and Susan was putting Miley in the same crib as well.
"Where's Jase, don't he gotta nap too?" Shane asked, stifling a yawn.
"Jason's getting to old for naps, Shaney." Sandy smiled, kissing his little forehead.
Age of Love
Shane whimpered as he was woken from his nap. He didn't want to wake up, and waking up when he didn't want to made Shane cranky.
"Stop." Shane whined, sleepily covering his ears as the noise that had woken him persisted. "Dumb Nate." He grumbled childishly when he couldn't get back to sleep. He climbed off of his big boy bed; because he's a big boy and only babies sleep in cribs. "Dumb girl baby." He frowned when he saw it was the new baby and not his little brother that was whimpering and starting to cry. "Stop crying." He comanded and the baby girl stared at him with big blue eyes and kept making the whiney noises. "Said stop, dumb baby." Shane frowned deeper. He put his little hand through the crib and patted the babies head.
Miley reached up and her small little fists grabbed the hand on her head and the boy yelped as she brought it to her mouth.
"Yuck, bad baby." Shane ripped his hand back and whiped it on his clothes to get rid of the baby drool. The baby started to simper and cry again. "No, stop." He reached through again and the baby grabbed it again with a toothless smile. "Leggo." Shane pulled his hand back again and frowned when Miley started to cry again. "Stop cryin'." He ordered, looking at the crib. He'd seen his Mommy do this all the time to get Nate out; he played with the things on the side until the wall of the crib went down and Miley crawled over curriously. Shane walked over to the nappy table and pulled his steps over to the crib to climb up high enough to look down at the babies. Nate was still sleeping, but the girl baby was awake and looking at him with her big blue eyes. Blue was his favourite color. The baby reached for Shane and made grabby hands. "Fine, but you not 'lowed to cry." Shane sighed with all the heaviness of a 3-year-old and reached down to pick up the baby. Mommy always said he had to be extra careful when he held Nate, so the girl must be extra, extra special to hold. "You heavy." He complained when he finally picked Miley up and he started to clumsilly step down onto the floor.
He put Miley on the floor of the room he shared with his big brother Jason and his baby brother Nate and she looked up at him.
"You quiet now." Shane ordered, going over to his quiet toys. Mommy always said he had to play with ihs quiet toys when Nate was still sleeping.
As he was playing he heard a gurgling laugh and soft little thuds and he turned to see baby Miley crawling across the floor to him. He frowned and turned his back to her, but she kept coming closer and sat herself right next to him.
"Go 'way." Shane said, but the Miley baby stayed right next to him. "You got pretty eyes." He eventually said thoughtfully, patting her head and she laughed again. "Blue my favourite." Miley crawled closer to him and he sighed. "Fine, you play too, but gotta be quiet 'cause Nate sleepin' still." He put one of his teddy bears in front of her, but she just kept staring at him. "I'm playin' here. You play there." Shane tried to push her away. Instead of moving Miley smiled and sat herself right in Shane's lap. "Dumb girl baby."
When Sandy and Susan came to check on the napping kids they were surprised when they found Nate just starting ti wake in his crib, but Shane sitting on the floor with Miley, futilly trying to explain how to play his favourite game of dinosaurs and cowboys.
"Them the cowboys." He pointed to his series of cowboy toys on one side. "Them the dinosaurs, they the bad ones." Miley reached to put one of the dinosaurs in her mouth, but Shane stopped her. "No, bad baby." He scolded and put the dinosaur back. "And you be the Princess that the cowboys gotta save." He clumsilly put little Batman ears on her head. "I don't got a crown, so you gotta have the Bat crown."
"Shane, what's going on here? How did Miley get out of the crib?" Sandy asked, but the adults already knew, the steps were still next to the open crib.
"Shush, Mommy, she's a Princess now, don't confuse her." Shane frowned and Susan laughed. "Now since you the Princess and I'm the hero, the hero and the Princess always get married at the end, but that don't mean you get to play with my G.I Joe's." Shane kept explaining to the infant and Susan and Sandy shared an amused look. "And the hero and the Princess hafta kiss, but that's yucky, so I kiss you on the cheek." And just like that Shane leaned over and kissed baby Miley on her chubby little cheek.
Okay, so the idea for this is a moment for every year of Miley's life that defined Miley and Shane's relationship. Starting with Miley being 6 months old and Shane being 3 years.
The next one Miley is going to be 1 year old.
Reviews are welcome with open arms.
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