Rumi and Zoey, every time Mira walks out of the room, are the type of parents who try so hard to get “Eomma” to be their daughters first word.
Mira of course claims to not care about being her daughter’s first word. She doesn’t, really, but she’s the one who’s reading their daughter stories every night, and sounding out words at the grocery story, and talking to their infant like she’s a grown adult, not a babbling little girl who thinks it’s hilarious every time Mira hands her a piece of produce to place in the basket.
Their daughter is pretty slow to talking, though. Zoey’s not sure where that came from but she knows damn well it’s not from her. But that’s fine, their girl will take the world at her own pace.
Until, of course, Mira has to leave for a photoshoot for the day.
Mira: I left food in the fridge. For you guys and for her. She’ll eat the peaches but only if it’s on the blue spoon and she’ll take these really small bites-
Zoey: *giggling* we know, babe. It’s our kid too.
Mira: and I’ll call at lunch. If this director makes me stay late I’m gonna kick his ass-
Rumi: *leans in and pecks Mira on the lips* -we got it, jagiya. Have a great day, Mir <3
Mira: *visibly relaxing a little, then leaning down to kiss the baby’s forehead* I’ll see all three of you later. I love you <3
Baby: *fussing and squirming in Rumis arms, getting Big Mad that Mira isn’t picking her up*
Mira: *visibly losing her nerve to leave* wait, just one more kiss-
Baby: *begins to cry*
Zoey: *rushing Mira towards the door* babe, go right now or you’re not making that call time-
Mira: *hesitating and looking agonized* okay. Okay, let me just-
Baby: *wailing* Eommaaaa! Nooo!!!
Polytrix: *stopping dead in their tracks*
Mira: *tearing up, immediately scooping the baby out of Rumi’s arms* oh, my girl, I’m here-
Rumi and Zoey: *also tearing up, but sharing a fist bump behind Mira’s back where she can’t see it*
Rumi: wait, Mir, your photoshoot-
Mira: *snuggling the baby very close, shushing her and bouncing her on her hip until she quiets down* I’m not going. I’m never leaving this apartment again. Oh my god, our baby is talking-
Rumi: and you were her first word, Mira. She was calling out for you 🥺
Zoey: *sniffling* well, no doubt she’s your kid. Her second word was no.













