~Narrator’s~

“Who’s my little business shark? Is it you? Is it my Blue-Boom-Baa?”

Reo’s voice cracks halfway through the sentence, and everyone in the nursery freezes like statues. Even the nanny lowers the diaper bag like it just became a biohazard. The air turns strange. Not uncomfortable. Just… confused.

Blue blinks at him. Wide. Silent.

Jennie stands by the bookshelf, one hand frozen over a toy giraffe. Her eyes flick to Reo. Then to Blue. Then back to Reo.

Reo doesn’t back down. Not this time.

He clears his throat and crouches lower beside the crib. “Bwue-Boo-Boo-Bugga-Ba! C’mere, you little jelly bean, you gonna gurgle at Dada or what?” His...