Leaning over Thomas' crib to retrieve the bottle he had just finished nursing, Chris tickled his baby's nose in greeting.

Kicking his feet up, bubbling up at Chris as he tried to reach to tug his hair in greeting, Thomas rolled around trying to sit up to get out of his crib.

Chris was careful to tuck his hair behind his ears before lifting the small child up, holding him close to his chest

"Come on dear, time to get some lunch," He coddled, carefully stepping off his stool to carry the baby into the kitchen.

It was exhausting work to heave the child around the house like this, but he didn't like the idea of his baby crawling around and hurting himself on something.

Thomas squirmed about as Chris set him down on the floor. Father had made them lunch before he left-

"No...I-I could have done it..." Chris mumbled in a stubborn kind of thankfullness. His father did so much already, he could do these little things himself!

Wondering idly how to get Thomas up on his high chair, Chris nearly had a heart attack seeing his baby had already climbed up in and was sitting down sucking down his juice.

"T-Thomas! Please wait for me to do that for you next time!" Chris gently scolded, not wanting to frighten the baby with a tone too harsh.

Thomas merely giggled at this, dribbling a bit of juice onto the front of his shirt.

Chris shook his head slightly before climbing up one of the chairs himself, reaching over for his sandwich,

"Want, want!" Thomas started bouncing, reaching over for Chris' sandwich.

"No, no, baby. This is too hard for you to eat." He tried to explain, feeling a wave of guilt overcome his as the baby's eyes welled over with tears.

Looking down at the soft triangles that definetely needed teeth to choose, Chris rubbed his chin trying to think of a scientific approach to this.

Thomas watched his older brother glaring down at his sandwich, wondering why Chris was so mad at it? Maybe he wanted some milk?

Standing up in his chair so he could crawl onto the table, Thomas slid over Chris' milk towards him, accidently tipping the contents over onto his plate

"Oh no!" Thomnas gasped, leaning down to blow the milk away. Why was it running away?

"That's it!" Chris grinned, scooping up his baby to place him back into his seat. " Just give me a second, okay?"

"Okay!" Thomas bubbled, trying to figure out how to count to a second.

"Blub, glub, glub!" Thomas gurgled as Chris used a butter knife to cut up the contents of the bowl into smaller pieces,

"Here you go! Your very own sandwich," Chris grinned, relishing in the sparkling adoration that beamed through Thomas' eyes.

Using both hands to scoop up the softy, jelly filled tufts of bread, Thomas slurped away excitdely at his very first sandwich.

As he licked away at his hands where the jam was sticking, Thomas blinked his eyes heavily wanting to go lay down now.

Without worrying about getting his clothes sticky, it was a given now with the baby, Chris craddled Thomas in his arms to take him back to his bedroom. But instead of laying him down in the crib, Chris put him down on the mat he set up for the two to sleep together

His baby was fed and drowsy, so it was time for the both of them to get some rest…

Snuggling his face into Thomas' hair to kiss him goodnight, Chris felt a warm sensation take over him as the bubbling baby cuddled closer to him trying to return the kiss.

It was nice having a friend.