Ok for the freeform prompt thing, since there isn't a lot on the Baby Banjo AU, maybe one on him saying his first word. thanks :)
Banjo bumped against Angie’sleg. Angie looked around.
“Howdy there, sweet potata,”Angie cooed, ruffling his hair. She waslaying on the living room floor, idly flipping through one of her pa’s huntingmagazines while she supervised Banjo. Hebumped into her leg again. “Honey, yacan’t go through me. Yer goin’ to haveto go around me.” Her baby brother was afast crawler, but didn’t seem to recognize obstacles very well. Banjo crawled quickly towards her head and puthis hands on her face. Angiechuckled.
“Gnah!” Banjo said firmly.
“Ya don’t say,” Angie respondedmildly, planting a kiss on his nose. Banjo giggled and clapped his hands. “I wonder if when ya get older, ya get upset ‘bout not havin’ the McGucketnose,” Angie mused out loud. She cockedher head at her baby brother. “Hmm, evenas a lil baby, ya don’t resemble the rest of us as much as we resemble eachother. I hope it don’t eat at ya when yaget older.”
“Mmt,” Banjo said solemnly. Angie pinched his cheek.
“Yer so dang cute, BanjominStanley McGucket,” Angie said sweetly. Banjo blew a raspberry. Hepressed himself against Angie, smacking his lips repeatedly. “What do ya want, honey-bun?” Banjo scrunched his face up and began to emita mewling cry. “Oh, okay, somethin’sgoin’ on,” Angie said, sitting up. Shepulled Banjo into her lap. He continuedto wail. Angie rocked Banjo in her arms,going through the mental checklist of what to do when the baby cried.
His diaper’s dry, so he don’t need changin’. He woke up from his nap just a lil bit ago,so he’s prob’ly not tired. I don’t thinkhe needs burpin’; he ain’t eaten in a while. Angie groaned. Iforgot to keep track of feedin’ times! He’s hungry!
“Do ya want some lunch, lil bro?”Angie asked. Banjo’s sobs turned intohiccups. Angie stood up. “Let’s get ya a bit of food in yer cute liltummy, sugar-cube.” She walked into thekitchen. “I think Ma prepared some mealsfer ya ‘fore she left.” She opened thefridge. “Ah-ha! I was right!”
While the formula heated up,Angie bounced Banjo in an attempt to keep him from crying.
I can handle babies just fine, but I do wish Ma ‘n Pa were here, justin case I mess up. Like I did byforgettin’ to feed lil baby Banjo. Banjo burbled in her ear.
“Mm-hmm? That’s mighty interestin’,” Angie said. Banjo giggled.
“Shit!” Angie froze.
“Wh- what?” she stammered.
“Shit!” Banjo chirpedagain. Angie stared at her babybrother. “Shit, shit, shit!” Banjorepeated happily. The microwave beeped,signaling that Banjo’s meal was ready. The noise didn’t register with Angie, who was still gaping at Banjo.
“B- Banjo, honey, did ya- thatwas yer- yer first word, wasn’t it?” Banjo smacked his lips. “And- andit was a swear. Lordy, yer first wordwas a swear.” Angie shook her head. “Where- where did ya even pick that word up?”
“Ffft,” Banjo said.
“Right. Yer a baby. Ya can’t tell me where ya learned it.” Angie racked her brain. “Well,Stanley swore,” Angie said softly. Shebit her lip. “Stanley…”
“Shit!” Banjo shouted suddenly,making Angie jump. He scrunched up hisface. Angie abruptly remembered why shewas in the kitchen in the first place.
“Okay, okay, I’ll get ya yerfood,” she said soothingly, taking the formula out of the microwave. “But, ah, try not to say that word, please.”
“Shit?”
“Yes. That one.”
