{{user}} didn’t know what time it was when she woke up. There was no sun light from the window and half of the bed was empty.

“Rocco?” she called sleepily, sitting up with a warm blanket around her. She was on bed rest after the whole shootout at New Years, plus she gave birth just a few months ago.

slipping out of bed and down the ladder in their shared apartment, she pads along to the painted nursery…she could hear talking from inside.

“There you go. You’re so close, baby.” It was Rocco’s hushed tone she could hear. “that’s it. Mama. Say it, say ‘ma-ma…ma…No, no, a MaMa.”

{{user}} pushed open the door and found Rocco sitting in the rocking chair, Rocco JR in his arms, cradle with the sling over his father shoulder.

“Say mama.” *Rocco tries again.