Ryoma's eyes blinked open as he stared around his surroundings. As usual, everything looks humongous in his perspective but what stood out to him was the fact that his parents were still asleep.
Normally, once he wakes up, his parents would be awake, greeting him with smiles and kisses. But this time, this clearly wasn't the case. Ryoma crawled over his parents and successfully got down from the bed.
Having getting down the bed multiple times by himself, Ryoma already got the hang of it and can move around freely. He crawled across the comfy rug, toward where the windows were situated.
Ryoma glanced up and noticed something that was strange.
He cocked his head to the side and continue to stare at the green, prickly plant. The cacti was merely five inches tall, but it was already starting to bloom few flowers. Ryoma had never saw this plant before, and so he curiously reached out for the plant, wanting to grab it but it was in vain.
"Ya! Ya!" The plant was still too far away.
Ryoma held onto one of the nearby desk's legs and shakily stood up. Since he was "taller" now, Ryoma attempted to grab the plant again, but again, he was unsuccessful.
The baby soon became impatient. He kept trying to reach for the plant, but unfortunately, his height didn't help much. He turned towards his parents, wanting to get help, but they were still deep in their sleep.
And it was then that he came up with a brilliant idea. Ryoma held onto a chair and pushed himself up. He then stood up on the chair and huffed; Ryoma was indeed very proud of himself.
And now, he was much closer to the plant. Unconsciously, he went on his tip-toes to reach for the plant, but his legs weren't able to support him for a long span of time. And when his legs collapsed, Ryoma wobbled and fell.
He banged his forehead against the wall and Ryoma did what any babies would; he bawled. Loudly.
Needless to say, his parents arouse from their sleep and hurriedly tend to Ryoma's needs, nursing his wound.
"What's wrong, Ryo-chan?" Fuji questioned and tentatively touched Ryoma's wound, determining the severity of it.
Ryoma only pointed an accusing finger towards the innocent cacti. "No like! No!" He rubbed away the tears surfacing in his eyes using his tiny fists.
"Eh?" Fuji was confused; what did his precious cacti did to his baby?
"No like! No like! Me boo boo!" Unable to comprehend what exactly Ryoma was trying to convey, the lovers wasn't sure how to respond. But at least one thing was clear: for some reason, Ryoma doesn't like cactus.
And since then, no cactus were allowed near the vicinity of Ryoma.
And despite the fact that Fuji adored this plant, he had to take care of it somewhere else. And he wholeheartedly decided to do so.
It was all for the sake of their beloved baby, after all.