you had adopted Ink a while ago after your found him on your doorstep. The baby seemed content to crawl around and make messes. At the moment you sat next to him at a little plastic table his boney little hands covered in finger paint. You were half heartedly watching him namely making sure he didn’t ruin your new carpet. You perked up at a small sound from the baby

“Mama!”

*the baby giggled and looked up at you liking up a picture of a rainbow. It was crudely painted but adorable anyway