Chapter 11
Go, Baby, Go
April 20, 1998
Badwolf's POV
"Kiddo, what're you doing?" I asked as Cerise rolled onto her back. She cooed and made her way to the couch by rolling.
"She's ok. We got everything covered." Red looked up from her book.
"Yeah, but it's still unnerving that she can move on her own now." I frowned as Ceris' tugged on her mom's pants with her little fist.
"You're just scared she'll sneak up on you again." My wife smiled.
"THAT was scary. Hearing a bunch of baby laughter and then she's right at my feet." I growled a little. Cerise grugled back to me with an innocent look. She probably doesn't remember it.
"She didn't mean to. Did you? No, you love your daddy. He was just surprised." Red held Cerise on her lap. She smiled and tried to grab her mom's hair, but it was short. My baby's own hair was coming in nicely. It was brown like Red's.
"Gll." Cerise drooled.
"Yucky. Go drool on Daddy. He loves drool." I was handed the young Wolf-Hood. We agreed that she was more Wolf than Hood, but still like her mom.
"I'm only holding you because I want to." I told my happy baby. She didn't care and pulled my beard. I sighed and turned the channel to Cerise's cartoons. She watched happily until she needed a change. Red made me do it and then our girl was hungry. We let her roll around a bit and she made herself sleepy so it was naturally naptime next. Maybe this is a good thing.
When Cerise is old enough, she'll take over the narration of this story. I'm not sure when exactly, but she will. For now, it's Badwolf's turn and sometimes, someone else.