"And how did you do that? Who did you piss off? I mean it might be a little bigger." She teased touching the ridge. What was the fun of an endless day? She had always been a night owl herself and the little squirmy worm needed some kind of normalcy or Wicked would lose her mind. She tickled his stomach to get him to kick again. When ever he figured out crawling, He'd probably do it for a week then break into a sprint, Wicked was sure of it.
"I like the normalcy, it helps me keep track of how old he is. They're, he and Katya, are almost six moths." She pointed out. Her lip formed a half smile full of pride. "Actually aside from flaunting how cute the babies I make are. Kitty's building him this walker/learning thing and she needs a mother board, if you have one lying around."