Chapter 18

Turning back to the baby who was now fully facing the bed and growing much more interested in the quilt that anyone ever intended, I attempted to bargain with her instead, "How about you go back to Jaxon, huh? How does that sound?" She turned to acknowledge me, her eyes still wide but I grew to realise that was just their natural shape. They looked way too big for her face, which only served to make her a lot cuter than necessary. Instead of answering coherently, she blubbered something in baby-ish whilst looking at me pointedly, smacking her small chubby hand against the comforter as she did. Not used to baby-talk, I blinked and grimaced unsurely at what she was trying to communicate, "Umm... yes, quilt. Very good." She repeated her blubbering and turned back to look at her smacking hand, seemingly content with my response. "Where's your mum, hmm? Where's mummy? I mean... momma?" I tried to coerce, standing unsteadily and making me w