AmyLeeArnold18

He had laid the child on a pillow in your new home, where he was trying to teach the newborn Spanish. You had talked about it already, Raphael would talk Spanish with the baby, and you'd teach English to your kid.
So here he was, touching his head and calmly saying: "Cabeza."
Than he went to his shoulders, a smile on his face when he spoke: "hombros."
Than he laid his hands on his knees and with of course fluent Spanish he told the infant: "rodillas."
Than he ducked all the way down, his suit not wanting to stretch but he didn't care anymore. He laid the tips of his fingers in his new shoes and called out: "pies,"
The baby chuckled, not able to talk yet but loving seeing his father ducking and singing.
"Rodillas, pies." He repeated, now doing to dance with it. The child chuckled even more, sending an enormous wave of joy through the father, continuing his song.
"Cabeza, hombros, rodillas pies. Rodillas pies."
He moved lightly, because you knew he was an amazing dancer. His smooth voiced filled the room as the baby moved its tiny hands and giggled.
"Ojos," he pointed at his eyes, closing them, than opening them again, making the child burst out into laughter while Raphael continued.
"Orejas." He wiggled his ears, while he watched the baby with both his chocolate eyes, to vivid E/C orbs glancing back at him in amazement of the Spanish words.
"Boca," He pointed at his mouth, before sending a soft kiss through the air, which the child of course couldn't catch, but enjoyed none the less."
"Nariz," he gently pressed his fingers against the nose of his child, who took the index finger with both his hands, making Raphael smile even wider as he already did.
"Cabeza, hombros, rodillas pies. Rodillas pies."
And with that, the song ended. But Raphael would have to do it another dozen times before his baby would stop clapping and moving, wanting to see its father dance again.