*Two Months Later*
*Cat*
“Come on! You can do it, Emi!” I called, face stretched wide in a grin as I opened my arms, “Come to Mama!”
“Ba-ba,” my now almost eight-month-old daughter babbled as she slapped her little hands on the carpet as she crawled her way across the floor to me. There was a look of intense focus to her like this was the most important mission of her life to accomplish, and despite how slow going her wobbly movements were, she didn’t stop for anything.
“Almost there, baby, just a little more!” I encouraged her brightly, clapping my hands together gently for extra incentive while I tucked her little fox plushie in the crook of my arm.
I beamed, watching her as she crawled straight into my arms, giving me a bright two-tooth grin as she cried out, “Ma!”
“That’s right, Emilia, I’m Mama!” I lifted her into my arms, getting to my feet as I happily handed over the little foxy. “You did so good, baby! You crawled across the floor. I’m so proud of you.”
