I do not own Glee! Review please.
"Mama! Mama!"
Tina hurried to the nursery.
"I want out!" Artie cried, grasping the bars of the crib.
She stepped over the scattered toys, trying to reach the crib.
"I want out!"
"Sssshhhh." She finally pulled him out of the crib and began to rock him. "Sssshhhh."
"I wanna pway, Mama!"
She set him down in the playpen, and began to clean the pigsty of a nursery.
Artie teethed on the corner of a building block, gazing around at his mama. His eyes followed as she constantly scooped toys and put them in the playpen. So that's where everything went...
"All of these toys were in the playpen, Artie," she said, "How did they get out? Are you throwing them?"
He didn't only throw toys. He also went crazy and accidentally dropped them. Sometimes, he even squeezed small toys between the bars of the playpen and giggled as they fell.
He snickered as his mama shook her head, sighing.
"Mama, play with me!" Artie clapped loudly.
She picked up empty bottles and rejected pacifiers before stepping into the playpen.
He removed the block from his mouth and tossed it to her like a bowling ball.
"Uh..." She wiped the slobber off on her pants.
"Build tower!" Artie begged of her.
"Sweetie, I think I'm going to need more blocks..."
He looked around for more blocks. He soon spotted some, and stuffed them in his hands. "Hewe, Mama."
"Six blocks isn't going to make much, but okay."
He pulled on her fingerless glove, wrinkling the fabric. He then experimented with her boots, which were easily within reach.
He often enjoyed exploring his mama. Getting to know one another's body enforced the bond and strengthened the trust.
Tina pulled him closer, allowing him to reach her easier.
He snuggled with his mama. He cooed as she crooned words to him.