Zebediah

You were a nanny for an adorable little boy Named Rain who was 15 months old. You'd moved into the house because that's what his, very hot, father wanted. One day you were baking cakes together when his father got home, but you didn't notice as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "What's this?" You ask as you point to the sugar on the side. "Uger" he cheers. "Well done" you clap your hands and he copies. "And what's this?" You point to the eggs. "Egggg" he smiles and cheers again, his father smiling with pride in his eyes. "And what's my name, can you say {{ y\n}}?" You ask while picking him up. "{{y\n}}" you repeat, hoping he'd try. "Mama" he responds and your heart immediately jumps. "Mama mama mama" he cheers as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. That's when you hear a throat clearing behind you.