"Oh? Is that so?"
A proud smile found its home on Yoko's face as she listened to the baby monitor. She had put Yuya down for a nap then headed back downstairs to do some chores. The boy had not fallen asleep, but she listened to his gentle coos through the monitor as she washed some dishes. She knew he would eventually drift off; however, that was before her husband had entered the baby's room.
She wasn't angry or annoyed that he was keeping their son up during his naptime. Just the opposite. Yusho was no stranger to sneaking into to Yuya's room and either speaking to him or playing with him, and the woman could practically feel her heart swelling with love as she listened to the two males over the baby monitor.
Yuya squealed with happiness.
"Oh my. Well, it must be fun from the way you described it," Yusho spoke.
"A ba!" the baby babbled.
"Oh really? So how do you feel about that, son?"
Yoko chuckled at her husband's genuine interest.
"BA!" Yuya yelled.
"Whoa. There's no need for that type of language," Yusho chided the infant. "There are nicer ways to say your dissent, young man."
Yoko shook her head, her smile wide.
"A babababababa."
"Yes. Good idea. We'll change the subject. Did you have any good dreams last night, son?"
Yuya squealed again.
"Do tell," Yusho spoke as Yuya made grunting noises. "Oh yeah? Were you running? Did you get very far?"
"Bebebebeb."
"No? Were you running upright in your dream, or were you just lying on your back and kicking your legs like you're doing now?"
Yuya gave a grunt in response.
"Well that would be why. But I'm going to warn you that even after you learn how to run in real life, you probably still won't be able to in your dreams. I know I can't run properly in a dream. You'll find that out one of these days. Your legs just refuse to work right in a dream. They feel like lead blocks or jelly or pins and needles or something. Either way you just can't seem to move. So don't feel too badly about it."
"Bawawa?"
"Yeah. It happens to everybody, so, really, you just fit right in. Yes, you do. Yes."
Yoko couldn't bear it any longer. She turned off the water, dried her hands on a kitchen towel, then headed upstairs to Yuya's room. She stopped in the doorway, finding her husband gently rocking the baby in his arms.
"Oh. Hello, my love," he greeted with a grin.
"Darling," she nodded as she entered.
"Yuya and I were just talking for a bit."
"I know," she motioned toward the baby monitor. "I heard."
"Oh," he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry. I always forget about that thing."
"Don't worry. It was adorable," Yoko gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Bwawawawa," Yuya babbled, catching his mother's attention.
"Yes. I heard you. You're a little chatterbox," she took the baby from his father's arms then gently bounced him while she swayed back and forth. "You're such a cutie, Yuya. Yes, you are. Yes, you are."
"Mumumumuh."
"Mhm," Yoko kissed the boy's cheek. "Both my boys are the cutest."
Yusho grinned at her statement as Yoko batted her eyes at him. Yuya yawned, however, not really caring about his mother's compliment.
"Is someone finally ready for his nap?" she asked.
Yuya's eyes drooped and Yoko gave him another kiss on the cheek before gently placing him back into his crib.
"Sweet dreams, little man," Yoko gave Yuya's back one final rub.
"Sleep tight, son," Yusho whispered as he and his wife crept quietly from the room.
"Come on," Yoko commanded, grabbing Yusho by his coat collar and dragging him down the hallway.
"W-what? What are we doing?" the man stammered.
Yoko stopped and gave him a mischievous smirk as she turned around.
"While I was listening to you talk with Yuya, I couldn't help but feel so much love for you. I thought that maybe you'd like for me to show you just how much I love you," she winked, which caused the man's cheeks to heat up.
"I would love that," he breathed.
Yoko smirked again as she grabbed Yusho and pulled him into their bedroom.
DGG: Yusho would definitely have full-blown conversations with babies. Haha. But I'm sure Yoko does, too.
Thanks for reading!