Charlie seemed perfectly content as he sat there, sucking at his bottle or letting the cup loll around on his tiny hands. He blinked at Art, then gurgled a giggle. Yeah, it was alright by him!
Rarity only hide in the kitchen as she realized Art was speaking to the baby, putting a hand over her lips as if to stop her from laughing or making an 'aw' sound. It was hard to tell. When she recovered, she brought out his coffee mug and perched close by on the sofa. Black, as demanded, her own cup smelled like french vanilla.
"That was very sweet, Art," she murmured and left a swift kiss on his cheek if he didn't nudge her away in the process. "I wouldn't like to let you go, less you wanted to." She smiled.