"Da-da."

"PETE! GET IN HERE NOW! TYLER SAID HIS FIRST WORDS!"

"WHAT?!"

"TYLER SAID DA-DA!"

"HOLY SH-SMOKES!"

Tyler, you and Pete's son, is 11 months old. He has brown eyes and brown hair, definitely more like Pete than like yourself. He is sitting, eating corn, in his baby seat, when suddenly he says "da-da". Pete runs in and smiles at you, then Tyler.

"Did little Ty-Ty say his first words?" Pete grins and Tyler giggles.

"Da-da! Da-da!" Tyler repeats, pointing at Pete.

"Can you say 'ma-ma'?" Pete asks, looking at you and grinning uncontrollably.

"Mmmmm...mmmm..." Ty struggles, starting to pout.

"Aw, Ty, don't cry!" Pete says, taking him out of his seat, and kissing his head. You go over and take Ty's little hand.

"I love you, wittle Tyler!" You say, giggling and kissing his little hand.

"I want a kiss!" Pete complains, and you look up and kiss him.

"Da-da! Mm...mm...ma-ma! Ma-ma!" Tyler says, bouncing up and down in Pete's arms. Pete gasps and smiles.

"You said ma-ma!" He says, smiling and tickling Tyler. You start tearing up with happiness. "Aw, look at ma-ma! She's crying!" Tyler looks over at you and giggles. You smile and kiss Pete again.

"Da-da! Ma-ma!" Tyler says again and smiles, opening his mouth wide, and yawning. You laugh, and Pete carries him over to his crib.

"Little man, you gotta get some sleep." Pete says to Tyler, laying him in his crib. When you see that Tyler is asleep, you and Pete cuddle on the couch for an hour. You start crying with happiness, and Pete does too. He grabs both of your hands, and kisses them. He then kisses up your arm, reaches your lips, and kisses you softly. You only break away when you hear a quiet voice.

"Da-da...ma-ma!"

"I guess Tyler's awake!" Pete says and laughs.