Bernice, I love your idea and will definitely write it.

This was actually the first chapter I wrote out by hand.


Photo #9: Fussy Little Eater

Eadlyn presses down on the corners of one of the pictures to remove the glare reflecting on it. She tilts her head in confusion when she sees a picture of her mom with drops of green goop on her face and dress. Her face is turned away in shock and her hands are held up in some kind of horror.

Eadlyn tries to think of what could possibly be going on in this photo.

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"Come on, Osten," America encourages, slowly moving a small spoonful of pea baby food to his mouth.

The little baby sits in his high chair. He looks at his mother with a curious awe but turns his head in disgust at the dark green baby food being placed in front of his mouth for his consumption. America puts down the spoon and small jar.

"You need to eat," America begs her baby. "I can't keep breastfeeding you."

Osten stares at his mom and makes little noises. America picks up the spoon and jar to try again. She holds the spoon out to Osten and the baby suddenly seems hypnotized. For a moment, America thinks he'll finally eat, until she notices Osten's gaze turn to something behind her and he smiles.

America puts down the food once more, this time, in frustration. She turns around and sees Maxon with his camera pointed at them.

"Maxon," America scolds as Osten begins clapping in the background.

"My dear," Maxon starts, lowering the camera from his eyes. "If you are having trouble feeding him, we can always ask his nanny."

"His nanny asked me to take over," America says, smiling a little as Maxon lightly kisses the top of Osten's head. "Osten simply refuses to eat. I thought I could do it since I'm his mother, I've fed our three other kids, and not to mention that I've fed my own younger siblings when they were infants."

"Allow me," Maxon says.

"By all means, go ahead."

America scoots her chair back a little to give her husband more room. Maxon leans over the highchair and picks up the baby food jar and spoon. Maxon gets a fresh spoonful and points it at Osten.

"You see this?" Maxon asks Osten, circling the spoon around the baby's eyes to get his attention. "Mommy loves eating this."

He holds the spoon in front of America's mouth. She immediately shakes her head. Maxon urges her to eat it and she lightly slaps his chest with the back of her hand.

"Well," Maxon says as America crosses her arms. "Daddy loves eating this."

Maxon tastes the baby food and his eyes widen in alarm. He gags and cringes before backing away. America snickers as she takes back the food. Maxon spits out what he tried into a napkin and shudder.

"That tasted awful," Maxon comments. "I can't blame him for not wanting any."

"Oh stop," America responds as she decides to try again with Osten.

As America holds the spoon out for Osten this time, she waits in anticipation. When Osten opens his mouth and eats, America sighs in relief.

"Maybe he just needed dinner with a show," America jokes about Maxon's reaction to the baby food.

Maxon grins lovingly at his wife.

In the timespan of a second, Osten spits out what food was in his mouth. It hits America and she turns away in shock as the green food splatters on her face and dress. Osten shrieks in laughter as Maxon quickly snaps a photo.


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