Hello! Sorry this took so long, but here we go! This one is a bit shorter, around 761 words. Please enjoy :)

Early one Monday morning, Natara sat on the sofa with Olivia as Mal prepared himself for work.

"Mal! Mal, she's doing it!" she yelled. Olivia had recently learned to sit up, and Mal didn't believe her because Olivia had laid back down the moment he looked at her.

"Yeah, sure." He turned around, and Olivia had fallen onto her back with a grin. He scowled. "Nat, one of you must be pulling my leg."

"It's not me!" she defended. "C'mon, Olivia, show Daddy that you can sit up!" Olivia looked up at her with a blank expression. "She was just doing it."

"Of course." Mal turned around and slipped into the kitchen. As soon as he was out of her sight, Olivia pushed herself back into a sitting position.

"Mal!"

"Whatever, fibber!" he shouted back. Olivia cooed and sat straighter. "Mal, I mean it! Get the hell in here!"

"Is that any way to speak in front of an infant? Her earliest memories will be of you verbally abusing your poor husband."

"Be quiet and look at her!"

"She's still lying there."

Natara looked back at Olivia, who had returned to her original position. "But she was just…"

"Don't worry. Once you wake up more, you'll be able to see clearly."

"Mal, shut up!" Natara groaned. "C'mon, sweetie! Sit up! Stop making me look like an idiot."

"Nat, you're in your bathrobe." She shot him a look that could melt ice, and he held his hands up in defense. "Which I find sexy, by the way. You ought to wear it to work one day."

"Just get dressed for work!" she snapped, picking Olivia up and storming into the nursery. Mal chuckled and grabbed his jacket. As soon as Natara placed Olivia on the changing table, she sat up. Natara sighed.

"I'm not even going to try to get your father to see you." She dressed the baby in a clean diaper and outfit and frowned at the teasing look in her eyes. "You're amused, aren't you?" Olivia was only five months old, but she has obviously inherited Mal's joking nature.

"She's amused because she knows she's fooling one of us."

Natara threw a pillow at him. "Stop being mean." Suddenly she lit up. "Mal, I can take a picture! Get out!" She shoved him out of the room and grabbed her cell phone. "Okay, Olivia, Daddy's gone! Now sit up!"

But Olivia stared at her, puzzled. She looked down at her feet, suddenly mesmerized by her toes. She pulled her foot towards her mouth. Natara threw her hands in the air with frustration. "This isn't funny, Olivia."

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and turned to throw the soiled diaper away. When she turned around again, Olivia was sitting up, a cheeky grin plastered on her face. The moment Natara grabbed her phone, Olivia fell back. "I know you think you're being cute, but please let me get a picture of you so Daddy will realize I'm right as always," she pleaded.

The infant simply cooed and raised her arms. Natara picked her up. "You're such a goofball sometimes." She glared at Mal as she passed him. "I wonder where she gets that from…"

"The woman trying to force her to sit up."

"Hush." Natara set Olivia down on the sofa and turned around to pick up some of the items scattered on the coffee table.

"Hey, Nat?"

"What?"

"You're not crazy. She's doing it."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure she is. Stop teasing me."

"I mean it! Turn around!" he argued. To please him, Natara turned around and scowled. "Nat, I'm serious. She was sitting up!"

"Then why did she fall down?"

"You tell me! Now you're making your dashing daddy look like a fool, Olivia. It's not as cute as you think it is…"

"Really? I'm pretty amused," Natara scoffed. "Wait… you hide and watch from where she can't see you." Mal groaned but hid behind the archway of the kitchen, peering out. To Natara's delight, Olivia sat up.

"Told you so," Mal mouthed softly. Natara stuck her tongue out at him, and he chuckled before leaving the kitchen. As soon as Olivia eyed him, she quickly fell back. "Sorry, kid, you're busted."

"She just didn't want both of us to see it…" She glared at him. "You owe me an apology."

"Says who? How was I supposed to believe you when she wouldn't sit for me?"

"Whatever! Say you're sorry."

"I'll do that tonight." He grinned mischievously. Natara couldn't help but smirk.

"That works, too."

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