It all changes when Alfred learns to crawl.
At seven months, he fumbles, but he manages to scooch his way into the seldom-used study, cooing and babbling happily.
He's speaking so well already, Arthur thinks sleepily. What a bright baby.
He's shocked awake by the feel of a tiny hand patting through his half-there leg and against the fabric of the couch he sleeps invisible on, the baby blinking in quiet confusion before letting out a quiet wail.
Arthur blinks bemusedly at him, materializing fully to pick him up and bounce him atop his cold knee.
This one sees truth.
Posted: June 1, 2016
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Goal is one chapter posted a day. Writing a bit in advance to try and keep that going, so be sure to check back. I know it's slow going, especially as a drabble, but I really love the style and I hope you all like this. Please leave reviews, I love your feedback and it really does help me improve!