 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
4 Months Later
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April 15th - Ferversary
There was nothing worse than the sound of cries. Nothing. There was nothing more torturous on the planet for Ferris in the early hours of the morning than the sound of his baby boy wailing, calling out for one of his parents to pay him the attention he needed so suddenly at the most inconvenient of times. Letting out a long groan, the young man reluctantly through the blankets off of himself as he'd had to do so many times each night for the past thousand nights. Trained in the art of getting up when the body so didn't want to, he was up on his feet in just moments, though completely unhappy about it. It was 5:48 in the morning! Why couldn't Gabe find better times to cry?! That sounded insensitive, and it sort of was, but this wasn't Ferris's mind, this was SleepyFerris's; and he didn't like getting up.
But Ferris trudged into his baby's nursery, rubbing his eyes as he wandered over to the crib of his beautiful baby boy, watching as he cried into the air mercilessly. "Gabe..." he murmured softly with a sigh, gently picking up the baby to evaluate what was wrong with his son. Smell the diaper? Nothing. Hungry? No, he was fed just an hour or two ago... Didn't want a pacifier, didn't want a blankie, didn't want Mr. Snuggles. No, it appeared as though Gabe was just tired of sleeping (as he had gotten plenty of sleep) and wanted attention, wanted to be played with as he had more and more often as he grew.
Gabe was three months old now, he was not an infant, but a growing baby who was learning more and more as the days went by. He was more curious and more adventurous, interested in every little thing as he began to very slowly waddle his way around things. Granted, he couldn't exactly crawl like a pro or anything, but he was beginning to move on his own, beginning to explore more and try to use his limbs clumsily. And Gabe was up, he was ready to be acknowledged and admired that morning. And though his father was in no smiling mood, he couldn't help but grin at the sight of his baby boy staring up at him with those blue eyes, his dark brown hair still soft and slightly thin, but curlier than it had been as an infant. "Alright, alright, I'll take you back into my room and you can sit with me for a while," he promised with a sigh as he quietly returned to his own bedroom with Gabe in his arms, sitting back down on his bed and allowing Gabe to rest on the sheets between his father and his sleeping mother who Ferris was being careful not to wake up.
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