Chapter 105 - Perfect Component I love being a mama. Love, love, love! Liya reminds me so much of myself--she's still young and curious about the world. And so easily terrified by the Claw!
She really is just a sweetie--so patiently sitting and listening with just the tiniest hint of
these people are insane for wanting me to potty in a bowl in her wide blue eyes.
Nataliya has the entire house wrapped around her adorable little fingers--when Jerry and I don't show up within twenty seconds, one of the grandparents teleport up to tend to her every whim. Who can resist that adorable little pout?
I never get tired of just watching her, those ever-changing expressions and the pink colors that are like nothing I've ever seen before. They sparkle and dance and shimmer in the air, like levitating fireworks, not butterflies.
Jerry-beary and I have moved into the kids' room for the time being, just to be closer to our little girl. Sleeping across the room from him in the old beds reminds me our teenage years, when he would sleep over in the spare bed and I would watch as he slowly fell asleep.
It's a shame that we can't Woohoo in our own bed now, and using one of my grandparent's beds in the main house seems almost like blasphemy, after all the spouses who used to sleep in those beds and no longer lived--but that's what bathrooms are for!
(Author's Note: Just for the cuteness! For some reason, I feel like this is the first time that I've really noticed how cute toddlers are.)
Jerry and I flipped a coin, and he got to teach Liya to talk. He quickly learned that she seemed more receptive to lessons that had to do with partying.
Meanwhile, I did what I could to make sure that my baby's future would be a safe and happy one, without any pressure from the dynasty. She would never worry about completing her supermax, at the very least. Not if I could help it.
If Nataliya and I adore each other, she and her father are just as close. Watching them together is the only thing I enjoy more than watching each separately.
We hung up a picture of Nataliya next to my toddler picture, alongside all the pictures taken of immortals over the years. It's so strange to look at myself as a toddler and realize that I was that person.
One by one, the elders began to show up in the nursery, taking their turns with Nataliya. Mama began the process of teaching her grandchild to walk.
I saw the lavender from downstairs and intercepted Mama on the way to the teleporting machine for a quick, heartfelt hug. She promised to call me every single day to talk, then zapped back down to her cell.
Grandma Bree was next.
Grandma Serena read the Jimmy Sprocket books to the seventh generation of the dynasty she had begun.
Grandpa Nicholas becoming too hazy to even leave his cell, Grandma Kara took over teaching Nataliya how to play the xylophone.
Meanwhile, Jerry and I were having the time of our lives. We spent every second together, since he was on break from work, and every second with our baby girl. She was the perfect component to complete our little family.
