While Delia was gone to finalize the adoption process for Trevon, Patsy picked up the irritated infant from his crib before he got upset enough to bother his stitches.
"C'mon, honey, let's make a puzzle," Patsy cooed gently, remembering how Dr. Turner had stressed they speak in lower tones to help ease him into hearing things correctly for the first time.
Trevon fell silent at her words and gazed at her in mild bewilderment, a hand stuffed in his mouth as usual. Patsy found herself smiling at this as she walked into the living room. Ellie was out walking the dog.
Patsy sat Trevon down on the floor, but he quickly staggered up and wobbled towards the recliner, where she had sat down to watch him.
"What are you doing, silly," Patsy said playfully, tickling him, "the puzzles are on the floor."
He teetered sideways, following the direction of her outstretched hand before hobbling over to the small pile of puzzles and picking up a discarded piece.
Turning around, holding out the piece, he walked back to Patsy and placed it in her lap.
"Why thank you, sweetie," Patsy chortled, pressing it back into his much smaller hand, "but you need this for your puzzle."
Trevon looked up at Patsy, clutching the puzzle piece, before opening his mouth and saying something as clear as day, that blocked out every other noise.
"…Cariad, is everything alright?" Delia demanded as she heard what sounded like her wife crying on the other line of the phone.
"D-Delia, he spoke!" Patsy gasped merrily, wiping away her tears and watching as Trevon sat on the living room carpet, banging a box on the floor.
"What?!" Delia shrieked.
"Yes!" Patsy squealed back, "He said his first word!"
"What did he say?" Delia whispered urgently.
In a tone that said, 'I-don't-mean-to-brag-but-I'm-going-to, Patsy responded proudly, "He said 'mummy'!"
"Aww, that's such great news!" Delia said excitedly, "Pats, we did it! Trevon is our son!"
"Oh my God," Patsy whispered, dissolving into more tears of happiness, incapable of words.