"Inga and Ben at Breakfast" E/C #40 G
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lukeandmaraeeeek, found an E/C I forgot to post!! It's just a sweet little snippet of Inga with her best little guy, baby Ben. (No worries, working on smut right now, and Nanci just finished the LAST E/C, so only two updates left!!)
INGA AND BEN AT BREAKFAST
by ginchy
Ben grinned up at her toothlessly, and Inga was lost all over again. She bent down into the bassinette and picked up the warm little bundle, holding him close to her chest for a kiss on his cheek.
“Ah-goo,” Ben said by way of greeting.
“Ah-goo to you, too,” Inga replied. “How about we let your Momma and Daddy get some sleep, little man? You can come into the kitchen with me.”
This seemed to suit Ben just fine. Inga made a quick stop at his diaper table and changed his soaked nighttime diaper. Ben kicked his chubby legs and watched his feet with delight. He tried to catch them but couldn’t quite do it yet. “One day,” Inga promised him. His blue eyes gave her a look of understanding. He wasn’t a fussy baby. He was content with the galaxy around him, watching it all through wide, innocent eyes.
Once in the kitchen Inga pulled a bottle from the cooler and then moved out to what she liked to call the morning porch, a screened porch that held her wicker rocker. She moved it into a patch of sunshine and sat in it, rocking and humming while Ben had his morning meal. He could hold his bottle on his own if he wanted to, but seemed content to let her do the hard work while he examined his fingers and toes.
In no time the bottle was empty, his Skywalker stomach as bottomless as his father’s, or so Mara liked to joke. “All done?”
She placed the bottle on the floor and continued to rock, just enjoying the feel of the baby in her arms. But after a few minutes he began to fuss. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Inga cooed, propping him up into a sitting position so he could see out of the porch to the grass and trees beyond. “I keep forgetting that you’re a Big Boy now, who can sit up with my support and see the galaxy. Forgive me.”
The change of position seemed to make him happy. Inga continued to rock and hum to him, keeping an ear on the house and for a sign that the Skywalkers were ready for breakfast. She liked to keep things on a tight schedule, but the two of them were exhausted and deserved their rest. This little guy was a happy, content baby, but he liked to eat, and still managed to wake them all several times a night.
“Ah-goo?” Inga was pulled from her thoughts as Ben said his new favorite ‘word’ again.
Her lekku twitched in happiness. He was a smart baby. “Yes, my little love?”
But it seemed that Ben now wasn’t listening. His eyes were trained on her lekku. She twitched it again and Ben laughed, the sound still a breathy, quiet precursor to the precocious toddler laugh that would come later. But it was a beautiful sound. Inga twitched the lekku again. Ben’s chubby little hand reached out for it. He couldn’t catch it on his own yet, so Inga guided the lekku into his hand. Those beautiful blue eyes lit up as he took the lekku and tugged. And he laughed and laughed.
Each tug at her lekku was a tug to her heart, full of love for this little boy, the grandchild of her heart.
INGA AND BEN AT BREAKFAST
by ginchy
Ben grinned up at her toothlessly, and Inga was lost all over again. She bent down into the bassinette and picked up the warm little bundle, holding him close to her chest for a kiss on his cheek.
“Ah-goo,” Ben said by way of greeting.
“Ah-goo to you, too,” Inga replied. “How about we let your Momma and Daddy get some sleep, little man? You can come into the kitchen with me.”
This seemed to suit Ben just fine. Inga made a quick stop at his diaper table and changed his soaked nighttime diaper. Ben kicked his chubby legs and watched his feet with delight. He tried to catch them but couldn’t quite do it yet. “One day,” Inga promised him. His blue eyes gave her a look of understanding. He wasn’t a fussy baby. He was content with the galaxy around him, watching it all through wide, innocent eyes.
Once in the kitchen Inga pulled a bottle from the cooler and then moved out to what she liked to call the morning porch, a screened porch that held her wicker rocker. She moved it into a patch of sunshine and sat in it, rocking and humming while Ben had his morning meal. He could hold his bottle on his own if he wanted to, but seemed content to let her do the hard work while he examined his fingers and toes.
In no time the bottle was empty, his Skywalker stomach as bottomless as his father’s, or so Mara liked to joke. “All done?”
She placed the bottle on the floor and continued to rock, just enjoying the feel of the baby in her arms. But after a few minutes he began to fuss. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Inga cooed, propping him up into a sitting position so he could see out of the porch to the grass and trees beyond. “I keep forgetting that you’re a Big Boy now, who can sit up with my support and see the galaxy. Forgive me.”
The change of position seemed to make him happy. Inga continued to rock and hum to him, keeping an ear on the house and for a sign that the Skywalkers were ready for breakfast. She liked to keep things on a tight schedule, but the two of them were exhausted and deserved their rest. This little guy was a happy, content baby, but he liked to eat, and still managed to wake them all several times a night.
“Ah-goo?” Inga was pulled from her thoughts as Ben said his new favorite ‘word’ again.
Her lekku twitched in happiness. He was a smart baby. “Yes, my little love?”
But it seemed that Ben now wasn’t listening. His eyes were trained on her lekku. She twitched it again and Ben laughed, the sound still a breathy, quiet precursor to the precocious toddler laugh that would come later. But it was a beautiful sound. Inga twitched the lekku again. Ben’s chubby little hand reached out for it. He couldn’t catch it on his own yet, so Inga guided the lekku into his hand. Those beautiful blue eyes lit up as he took the lekku and tugged. And he laughed and laughed.
Each tug at her lekku was a tug to her heart, full of love for this little boy, the grandchild of her heart.
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