"Daddy..."
Eight or nine-month-old Ivy Bailey had never spoken before; at this age, normal children are supposed to be beginning to babble.
But Ivy Bailey was usually too quiet and did not like to make noise.
Wayne Bailey had taught her countless times to encourage her to speak!
His son, Wayne thought, must be extremely intelligent. Leo had started calling out to him, albeit unclearly when he was only six or seven months old, surprising everyone.
A look of amazement flashed through Wayne Bailey's eyes. He put down his work and picked up Ivy Bailey, holding her in his arms.
"What did you just call me, say it again!" Wayne Bailey's eyes were full of expectation, his voice tight with emotion.
Ivy Bailey wrapped herself around his neck, leaning tenderly against his chest, her lips gently pursed, looking adorable and shy.
A handsome smile curved Wayne Bailey's lips; it had been so long since he smiled!
