Age 7 month
Tyler's hypersensitive ears picked up a subtle shuffling sound. He listened intently, but the sound had disappeared. Shaking his head he returned his nose to his studies.
There it was again.
He frowned and looked around the room. Nothing. He sighed, it was probably just someone downstairs, or in the elevator shaft. Supernatural hearing, indeed.
There it was again. Along with a small whimper. He knew that whimper. He shot up from the couch and bolted out in the hallway.
What he saw made his heart stop and his blood freeze in his veins. "Damon!" He yelled, "Come quick!" Urgency in his voice.
A muffled crash was heard somewhere and suddenly Damon was there, sleep ruffled and bleary eyed. But not for long, "Oh my God!" he gasped. He pushed his long fringe out of his face. Since giving birth he hadn't had the chance to even get a haircut. And he'd complained about it. He was exhausted, and still partially mortal. How did full mortals deal with this?
And all the while he was dozing, this happened.
How could this have happened without them noticing?
Marion was crawling!
Tyler wrapped his arms around Damon as they watched their little baby squirm around on the floor, occasionally getting her chubby feet and hands underneath herself for a proper crawly step.
Only to land on her belly, giggling delightfully.