AmeliaKader

“C’mon, Bandit; say Mommy’s name, say ‘mah-mah’. It’s not that hard,” Lindsey told her two month old daughter. She had to wait another two months until she had the ability to giggle, and there would be no way in fuck she was going to wait for Bandit to talk, “Say ‘mah-mah’. ‘Mah-mah’.”Lindsey sighed at her own feeble attempt. “If you can’t say momma, you can defiantly say dadda. Bandit, can you yell to Daddy? Yell at Daddy! Let’s try together; say ‘dah-dah’. ‘Dah-dah’, Bandit, ‘dah-dah’.” Gerard poured some hazelnut coffee from the Coffee On Demand machine in the kitchen, overhearing Lindsey’s coaching. He smirked and took a sip. Lindsey w...