The Apartment, Cambridge, MA- Sunday morning

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Aeryn didn't have to go in to work for a few hours yet, but her relaxing morning ended about the time Talyn tried to pull himself up using the sofa and grabbed onto the pillow instead. He didn't even hit anything when he fell, but the fact that he fell at all seemed to be enough to upset him.

He didn't cry for long, especially not with Aeryn telling him simply, "You're not even hurt," but when he stopped he just decided to stay in a bad mood, fussing and dropping things to the ground whenever he could reach something.

Aeryn couldn't do much but sigh at him, muttering, "Of course you have to have an attitude about this sort of thing."


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"C'mere," he said, getting up and wrapping an arm around Aeryn to keep Talyn between them. "What's the matter, baby boy? Not a good day, is it? We could dance?"

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"If you dance with him, I can manage to get ready for work before I actually have to leave," she pointed out, more than happy to let this happen.

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"Let me see him," he said, reaching for Talyn even as he leaned closer to Aeryn to kiss her cheek. "We'll do some dancing."

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"Thank you," she said, handing Talyn over. Love her son as she might, he had his bad days.

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"No problem," he said, taking Talyn and bouncing him even as he started swaying. "I'll see what I can do about his mood. Go get ready."

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"Thank you," she said, more emphatically, heading into the bedroom to at least get her uniform on.

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"No problem," he said again, sliding a hand around the back of Talyn's head to hold him close even as he started to sing quietly, off key and with the wrong lyrics. Didn't matter, he was trying.