Turning back to the baby who was now fully facing the bed and growing much more interested in the quilt that anyone ever intended, I attempted to bargain with her instead, "How about you go back to Jaxon, huh? How does that sound?"
She turned to acknowledge me, her eyes still wide but I grew to realise that was just their natural shape. They looked way too big for her face, which only served to make her a lot cuter than necessary. Instead of answering coherently, she blubbered something in baby-ish whilst looking at me pointedly, smacking her small chubby hand against the comforter as she did.
Not used to baby-talk, I blinked and grimaced unsurely at what she was trying to communicate, "Umm... yes, quilt. Very good."
She repeated her blubbering and turned back to look at her smacking ha
