“Say Al-ex. Al-ex. You can do it Destiny. Al-ex.”
His sister’s little bow mouth turned up and she gurgled.
“No, no Al-ex Al-ex.”
“Ba-ba-ba-ba,” she mimicked.
Cyndi Devinci entered the living room, rubbing her bedhead. Alex studied her. Mom’s hair was tousled, and she had dark circles under her eyes. She usually glided into a room like a fairy landing in a forest. But not this afternoon. Today she shuffled as if carrying heavy weights. “Sweetie, babies don’t usually say words until they’re around nine months old.”
“She’s almost that,” Alex argued.
“Not for three months.” Mom yawned. “In baby time that’s a lot.”
“My name is going to be her first word.”
“Think so, huh? I thought you’d say Mama first too. But no, you’re first word was uh-oh. Fitting I’d say.” She chuckled.
“Hey!”
“We
