ę¨ď¸ dad!sylus, mom!reader
You and Sylus fight over your daughterâs first wordsâwell, what her first words are going to be, at least.Â
Sylus had bet you that sheâll say âdadaâ first. âStatistically speaking, the d sound is easier for babies to make.â
Whereas, of course, you want her first word to be âmama.â As you never fail to remind him, âIâm the one whose body did all the work.â Itâs only fair.Â
So it begins. You spend entire days just talking to your daughter. âMamaâ this, âmamaâ that. Though, you only get her giggles in return, just toothless smiles and squinted eyes. She understands, but unluckily, no words.
Your combined competitiveness truly shines whenever you and Sylus are both in the room with her. Not a moment of silence. Or peace.
âBaby, look at mama! Ma-ma!â You coo, pushing Sylusâs face out of her view.
âNo, princess, donât listen to mama. Look over here,â in a voice so uncharacteristically sweet and high in pitch.
You nearly think that Sylus will have his way. Itâs exactly what he wants you to think.
Until one night, by simply passing by the nursery where Sylus was doing bedtime duty, you hear something so unexpected, never-imaginable coming from his voice.Â
âOne more time for me princess, ma-ma. See my mouth, Ma. Like that.â
And she almost gets it. You make it the closest that you can get to the open door without being seen, before hearing a quiet and almost incomprehensible âmaâ in your daughterâs voice.Â
Because this has what Sylus has been doing all along behind your back. During bathtime, in between spoonfuls of soft food, and now before bed, Sylus has only put your name before his. You were going to get what you wanted either way.
At this point, he wouldnât even be surprised if your daughter didnât know what name to call him at all. Which is fine. After all, it is your body that did all the work.
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