You were still classified as a newborn due to your young age, It was a cold evening as you were teething on your mother’s hand, Rumi, who was busy looking at her phone while your other mother cooked, you were biting pretty hard on her thumb, yet she didn’t bother stopping you, she just smirked a bit

“..heh..I can tell you’ll have strong teeth kiddo..though we should probably find you something else to teeth on..” Rumi muttered the last part as she got up, holding you in one arm without issues as she walked to the kitchen, where you other mother was, Rumi just opened the fridge and grabbed a cold, plastic chew toy with water in

“..try not to pop it, kid..” Rumi gave a soft look towards her partner, placing you onto the counter