[ wow, way to make the glorious smile melt off her features. you're supposed to say oh wow, raleigh, look at that, you saved a baby not the equivalent of god, you're stupid, why are you setting yourself up for failure again? because no matter how he might mean it, that's what it comes off as, and that pisses her off instantly. raleigh'd been all prepared to pull up the fabric canopy of the baby carrier and show off her new best friend with pride, but with his complete and total lack of enthusiasm, now she just glares and brushes past him and body check him with the diaper bag.

raleigh breezes into the living room and sets up shop on the sleek black leather couch, depositing the diaper bag and then gently balance the carrier on the cushions. she expects the little boy to be asleep when she finally does flip back the canopy, but — oop! to raleigh's surprise, the baby is awake and blinking at her tearfully, wibbling slightly. jazmin doesn't cry, which is one of her favorite things about him; he's a trooper, who hasn't thrown a temper tantrum in the entire three days they'd spent together, and doesn't look like he was about to star throwing them any time soon. for all he's been through, and even when she'd fixed up the cut above his eye, he hadn't cried. ]

Hi, little man — hi, baby~ [ raleigh coos, unbuckling him and scooping him out of the carrier. raleigh drops a brief kiss above his boo boo and then picks up his little baby fist and making him wave at her brother. ]

Hi Yancy — can you say hi, Yancy? No, you can't; you're just a baby. And you're tired, we've had a long day, haven't we, sweetheart.