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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 1, 2009 1:14:30 GMT -5
Andrua laughed with the little boy. She nodded, settling him back on the floor. "I bet you are!" she said, tapping his nose one last time. "I'm gonna go say hello to your little sister, kay dude? She hadn't met me yet and Bennie's hogging her."
Andrua wandered over to Benson who was adorable. He was talking to Maura in some baby voice and she was enjoying it thoroughly. Gurgling happily and loudly, her hands were flailing almost as if she were dancing. Andrua couldn't help but laugh a little. "You're a natural," she commented, putting a hand to his back. "Mind if I steal the kid from you for a bit, though?" She was dying to hold the pretty little thing.
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Post by Benson Thomas on Nov 1, 2009 1:18:07 GMT -5
Oliver was used to people wanting to see Mo by now. Nodding, he struggled to climb up on the couch on his first few tries. Jumping, he got a good loft, but was having trouble not falling after he managed to get one leg up. "Uh," he muttered, looking around. "I stuck."
He cleared his throat, coming out of the trance Maura had put him in, Benson nodded, handing her over. "Yeah, sure, I'm, ah...not very good at it, anyway," he chuckled, face turning a bright red as he scratched the back of his head. Oliver intrigued him now. Some one with words and a memory and was somewhat comprehensive to the world around him--yet he was still so small. Naive. Trusting. Ben wished he could remember being that tiny.
"Here, dude, lemme help you," he chuckled, placing Oliver nicely on the couch, taking a seat beside him.
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Post by Andrua Thomas on Nov 1, 2009 13:33:46 GMT -5
"You're fine," Andrua told him softly, with a sweet smile. She took Maura carefully and was instantly transfixed by the baby. "Oh, hello," she hummed. "Gosh, you're such a pretty baby. And so good. I bet Momma and Daddy never have to fuss with you, huh?" She cooed to the little girl, petting her cheek.
Maura liked this girl. She had a nice voice. Lower than Momma's but higher than Daddy's and with a little rough catch It was nice, Maura liked it. She liked the other person too, the man. But this one was softer. And smelled like Momma.
Andrua looked up, watching how he interacted with Oliver. She giggled softly, shaking her head. He was so cute sometimes.
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