Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot and OC's are mine and I make no money from this.

Note: This is set in the same AU as the second table prompts Hush, Engage and Believe, as well as the third table prompts Life, Hands and Parade.

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Horus gave his wife an amused look, "You know, you just put that pile up a minute ago. I doubt they've shifted since then."

Peak looked up from the small stack of brightly colored boxes and bags that she'd been trying to straighten, a slight blush on her face, "What? I can't help being nervous on Merlin's big day."

Looking up at the mention of his name, little Merlin stared at his mother from his playpen, blinking owlishly at her. When she didn't interact with him besides a smile, he returned his attention to his building blocks, trying to stack them up in a tower. His favorite stuffed dragon was next to him, positioned so its plastic bead eyes were watching the forming tower.

Peak sighed and moved to lean against her husband, "I just can't believe he's already a year old. It seems like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital."

Horus wrapped an arm around her, "I know darlin. It's hard for me to believe it too. I wonder why he's not talking yet though..."

Peak frowned, "I asked his doctor about it and she said it's normal and that he should start talking in the next few months anyway. Besides, all we could do for it is just to talk to him, you know, to get him used to it."

Blocks now fully stacked, Merlin considered the tower for a minute before knocking it over and starting the tower again, though this time he used a different order of blocks. Watching their son, Horus asked Peak, "So, when's everyone showing up again?"

She answered, "Around six tonight. Zarkan and Amod send their apologies by the way, since they have to stay late tonight. It's why they brought their gifts by earlier today."

She indicated the large green box and the green bag next to it. Looking up at the mention of the men, Merlin followed his mother's pointing and abandoned his blocks to stretch his arms out at the gifts. He opened and closed his hands in rapid succession and made an irritated sound as he did so.

Horus laughed, "Well, it looks like we won't have to teach him what presents are."

Peak shook her head, moving away from her husband to go pick up her son. Merlin grabbed her shoulder with one hand and kept the other one stretched out to the gifts, making another irritated sound. Shaking her head again, Peak told him, "Not yet Merlin. You have to wait until later."

Horus shrugged from where he stood, "What's the harm in letting him have one early?"

Peak gave him a look, "Because he might latch onto that gift and completely ignore the rest? Besides, he needs to learn patience anyway."

Horus shrugged again, "So? He's gonna focus on one anyway once we let him have the presents. Why not let him have one now? By the time we let him have the rest, he'll probably lose interest in that first one."

Peak sighed, walking out of the living room to the hallway, "Because I want him to open them all at the party. It's only an hour and a half away, he'll manage until then with the toys he already has."

Horus shrugged a third time but dropped the subject, watching as his wife disappeared into Merlin's room, likely to distract their small son with something from his toy chest until the time of the party.

With yet another shrug, he went to join them, figuring correctly that Peak would need help keeping Merlin distracted. Besides, those toy trains were more fun to play with than he'd thought they'd be.