"Mi hijo pequeno" or "Mijito" means "my litlte son" in Spanish. Thank you for Translation, Bryn_Elizabeth!

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Eric laughed as he watched his son on the carpet. Ethan had discovered his toes and trying hard to get them in his mouth. The 5-month-old was almost sitting up on his own now. He liked to 'stand' and move his body up and down. He was rolling over on his own now and could push himself up on his arms when he was on his stomach. He could look around at the same time.

"What ya doing, mijito?" He said softly, going over to his boy, touching his soft dark hair. Eric picked up his son's favorite rattle, a soft green frog and shook it. Ethan smiled and reached for was doing much cooing now and often tried to repeat sounds people made, made his own noises. He babbled to get someone's attention. Along with knowing his name when someone said it now he recognized the word "mijito" when his daddy spoke to him. He could definitely tell family and friends from strangers now, Ethan had developed the same bond with his uncle Horatio as Chloe. He would smile and reach for H as soon as he saw him, no matter who he was with.

The Cuban picked his son up and kissed his cheek, Ethan's tiny hands gripping the rattle. He walked the boy over to the mirror hanging on the living room wall. The baby smiled, reaching for his own reflection.

Eric smiled. "Who's that handsome boy, huh?"

"Aghh!" Ethan babbled.

"Aw. Look at that," Calleigh said, watching from the doorway. "My handsome man admiring himself."

"I am handsome, ain't I?" Eric grinned.

"I wasn't talking to you," Calleigh said, kissing her husband's cheek. "But you're not bad, either."

Calleigh felt like a little girl. She was so excited. Her aunt Roberta was coming today to stay for two weeks. Roberta was moving to Miami permanently in a month. Her things were already being moved into the condo she had purchased. She would be supervising some of transfer of her furniture and other items but would be spending most of her time with her niece and her family. Eric was working and with her five-month-old down for his nap by the time Roberta's plane landed Calleigh couldn't pick her up from the airport. Roberta told her not to worry. She was going to her condo to check on things first anyway. After that she were going to straight to Calleigh's.

"Do you remember her, sweetpea?" Calleigh asked her daughter, showing the child a picture of a younger Chloe with Roberta.

Chloe knew Roberta, whom she called "auntie" and was excited about her moving to Miami so she could have "seepovers" at her house but Chloe hadn't seen her in person since she was two and a half. She had visited just before mommy and daddy got married, before mommy's adoption of her was final and before mommy was pregnant with Ethan. Chloe's brow winkled in thought. She remembered Roberta mostly pictures and photo calls.

"I tink I do, a little bit," she said.

When Roberta arrived at the home Calleigh in the Ethan's room changing his diaper. Hearing a person at the door, a bare-foot Chloe literally hopped into the porch.

"Hi!" She said, recognizing Roberta.

"Hello sweetheart," she said, putting her suitcase down. "Do you remember me?"

Chloe nodded. "You're auntie."

"That's right," she answered. "Can I have a hug?"

Chloe smiled and ran to the woman.

"You're so big since the last time I saw you," Roberta said, kissing the child's cheek. "Where's your mommy?"

"She's wit Etan. He's stinky," Chloe said, her nose wrinkling.

Meeting Ethan Roberta knew now to come on to strong or be too loud or try to hold him right away.

"Hello there, good-looking," she said to the boy in Calleigh's arms. Ethan eyed the woman cautiously, leaned closer to his mother but didn't cry.

I'm going away for two days with a friend! Enjoy this chapter!