Dustin, who's one, leaned unpretentiously against the couch, batting his eyes at the older woman, sixteen month old Adelaide Mae. She coyly ignored his barefaced attempts to look deeply into her eyes. Her gaze drifted off. She seemed to omit the fact that Mr One Year Old was trying to pour his soul into her through his incredible baby blues.

He tottered off in another direction.

Shortly, he came back with two toys and banged them together at A.M.'s feet.

A smile crossed her lips and their eyes shone intently.