Dada comes before Mama
~Leo's POV~
I woke up completely disoriented the only thing I could hear was screaming and crying coming from the room right next to ours, I quickly slipped out of bed to see the red faced toddler with tears running down his face.
"Hey, there buddy, shhh, we don't want to wake Mommy do we?" I asked cradling my one-year-old son next to my bare chest. He seemed to quite down a little, but I knew he wanted a bottle so I carried him down stairs, in the kitchen, Paige had fallen asleep with the book of shadows open, she was still on her little mission. I heated an already made bottle in the microwave, woke up Paige told her to go to bed, and then carried Patrick upstairs grabbing his bottle on the way.
I sat in the rocking chair in his room cradling him as I began to feed him. He soon fell asleep, and I sat there rocking watching the peaceful baby in my arms sleep. I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew the sun was up and Piper was standing at the door watching us.
"What?" I asked as she just leaned against the doorframe.
"Nothing, I was just enjoying watching you be the perfect father, 'they' haven't called yet?" she asked looking upward.
"Nope, the calls come few and far between these days, and with all me only having four charges that all live in the same house as me, I don't really have anything to worry about," I said standing up, placing Patrick back in his crib no sooner had I put him down, did his eyes flutter.
"I got him," Piper said, picking him up as she headed towards the door, "Are you coming to breakfast?"
"I'm coming," I said following her down the stairs.
~Piper's POV~
I set Patrick in his high chair, and went about making batter for pancakes. "How about I do that and you feed Patrick?" Leo asked following close behind me.
"Well, fine then but if you burn those pancakes you are never cooking again," I threatened jokingly as he promised not to burn them.
I was trying to feed Patrick although not very successfully as he had it all down his bib, and all across his face, and in my hair. I looked over at Leo as he carefully prepared the pancakes, he looked up and smiled at me before cutting the stove off, "breakfast is served," he said proudly placing a plate in front of me with pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
"Pretty impressive," I said digging in as he went to sit on the other side of Patrick, taking the spoon out of the applesauce and trying to scrape some of it off his face.
"Why, thank you, see Patty you tell Mommy not to ever doubt Daddy," Leo said as he picked up the spoon placing it in Patrick's mouth with little apple sauce on it.
"Patty while your at it you can tell Daddy that he shouldn't be mean to Mommy, because he just might have to do without for awhile," I played back Leo knew what I was insinuating.
"Dada," came a small voice as I looked up at Leo and then down at Patrick, "Dada," he said again this time pointing at Leo when he said it.
"He spoke, he knows who I am," Leo, said with a twinkle in his eye, "I can't believe he spoke."
"Mama," he spoke again this time pointing to me, and then looking at Leo questioningly and Leo nodded his head.
"Mama," Leo said pointing at me, "Dada," he said pointing at him self, "Patty," he said as he pointed to the little boy.
"Leo, he knows who we are he can talk," I said as I pulled Patty out of his highchair and kissing him lightly on the nose.
He spoke. Dada came before Mama, but he still spoke. I was one of the happiest people in the world that day.
~Leo's POV~
I woke up completely disoriented the only thing I could hear was screaming and crying coming from the room right next to ours, I quickly slipped out of bed to see the red faced toddler with tears running down his face.
"Hey, there buddy, shhh, we don't want to wake Mommy do we?" I asked cradling my one-year-old son next to my bare chest. He seemed to quite down a little, but I knew he wanted a bottle so I carried him down stairs, in the kitchen, Paige had fallen asleep with the book of shadows open, she was still on her little mission. I heated an already made bottle in the microwave, woke up Paige told her to go to bed, and then carried Patrick upstairs grabbing his bottle on the way.
I sat in the rocking chair in his room cradling him as I began to feed him. He soon fell asleep, and I sat there rocking watching the peaceful baby in my arms sleep. I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew the sun was up and Piper was standing at the door watching us.
"What?" I asked as she just leaned against the doorframe.
"Nothing, I was just enjoying watching you be the perfect father, 'they' haven't called yet?" she asked looking upward.
"Nope, the calls come few and far between these days, and with all me only having four charges that all live in the same house as me, I don't really have anything to worry about," I said standing up, placing Patrick back in his crib no sooner had I put him down, did his eyes flutter.
"I got him," Piper said, picking him up as she headed towards the door, "Are you coming to breakfast?"
"I'm coming," I said following her down the stairs.
~Piper's POV~
I set Patrick in his high chair, and went about making batter for pancakes. "How about I do that and you feed Patrick?" Leo asked following close behind me.
"Well, fine then but if you burn those pancakes you are never cooking again," I threatened jokingly as he promised not to burn them.
I was trying to feed Patrick although not very successfully as he had it all down his bib, and all across his face, and in my hair. I looked over at Leo as he carefully prepared the pancakes, he looked up and smiled at me before cutting the stove off, "breakfast is served," he said proudly placing a plate in front of me with pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
"Pretty impressive," I said digging in as he went to sit on the other side of Patrick, taking the spoon out of the applesauce and trying to scrape some of it off his face.
"Why, thank you, see Patty you tell Mommy not to ever doubt Daddy," Leo said as he picked up the spoon placing it in Patrick's mouth with little apple sauce on it.
"Patty while your at it you can tell Daddy that he shouldn't be mean to Mommy, because he just might have to do without for awhile," I played back Leo knew what I was insinuating.
"Dada," came a small voice as I looked up at Leo and then down at Patrick, "Dada," he said again this time pointing at Leo when he said it.
"He spoke, he knows who I am," Leo, said with a twinkle in his eye, "I can't believe he spoke."
"Mama," he spoke again this time pointing to me, and then looking at Leo questioningly and Leo nodded his head.
"Mama," Leo said pointing at me, "Dada," he said pointing at him self, "Patty," he said as he pointed to the little boy.
"Leo, he knows who we are he can talk," I said as I pulled Patty out of his highchair and kissing him lightly on the nose.
He spoke. Dada came before Mama, but he still spoke. I was one of the happiest people in the world that day.