WARNING!!! EXTREME SHORTNESS!!!!!!
Max POV
We're all sitting down at the table for breakfast that Iggy prepared. Duo is in my lap, and after every bite I take, I feed him a little bit. He has his own mushed up breakfast in a jar that he eats. Remember all the government stuff I got? Yeah, this is part of it. They really set him up with everything. He's also getting so big. He's not chubby, of course not. He wouldn't be with our Avian DNA, but he's bigger than the average month old baby. I think the fact that I smoothed his hair up into a Mohawk with baby oil might also make him look older. Ty says he looks cute though.
Another thing about Duo is that he's very active and alert. A few minutes ago when I tried to feed him some fruit, he grabbed it off the spoon and threw it in Iggy's face.
"Who did that?" He asked, angry.
"Ah-ah!" Duo said in baby language, clapping his hands.
"Was it him?" Iggy asked.
"Yeah, he kinda chucked a diced pear at you, Iggy. Sorry bout that." Ty replied.
"Hm. It seems that the little monster doesn't like me."
"He's just being a baby, Ig. He didn't mean it." I told him as I cleaned off Duo's hand.
"Sure he didn't...."
After a while of talking and eating as far as fourths, Duo yawns and squeaks a little bit, grabbing my shirt.
"I'm gonna take him up for a nap, guys." I tell everyone.
"I'll come with you." Ty says. I shake my head.
"It's okay, I've got him." He looks at me for a second then nods and turns around. I know he hasn't let it go yet and is wondering what's wrong, but he'll find out later. The truth is that I want to spend some quality time with my baby. Everyone (the Flock) had been all over him and don't get me wrong, I love the fact that they love him and he loves them, but I hardly get any time with him anymore. If the Flock doesn't have him, Ty does. I never get to be with him. I feel like I hardly know him. So I want to spend all day with him and have no one hold him but me. I know that probably won't work, but I can try. He is my baby.
I take him up into my room and lay him on the bed, next to me. He looks up and smiles before he yawns again. I gently caress his smooth face and whisper, "Go to sleep, baby. You're tired." I swear it almost looks like he's shaking his head, but I think it was the light, or something. He grabs my finger and squeezes, then tries to put it in his mouth. I let him. He's practically a clone of me, his saliva doesn't bother me. Pretty soon he yawns again, and I take my finger out his mouth and put a blanket over him.
"Sleep." I whisper and kiss his forehead. He shuts his little eyes and drifts off into a land only he understands. Not long after him, I float to sleep myself.
