I hummed as I stirred the oatmeal in the pan. It was almost ready, and I tried to listen for Tino somewhere in the house. He had to be in the other room still, so I moved to get a bowl for the breakfast before shouting his name.
"Coming!" I heard before putting the bowl on the table and then moving to get cinnamon and a spoon. I put just a small sprinkle on top before swirling it all in. "There's mommy." I looked over to the smiling toddler in Tinos arms and waved.
Amelia was wearing bright pink leggings with a white onesie with the matching bright pink flowers on it. Her pacifier was stuck in her mouth and her shirt and seeing me she started to clap.
"Ready for breakfast?" I asked her and Tino moved to get her into the high chair.
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