Somehow, Yoda had figured out Ben’s actually parentage. I was absolutely denying it at every turn, not wanting his father to find out.
”Mom, come on, I won’t tell Dad, honest,” Yoda kept reassuring me.
I shook my hands, “I don’t completely trust you.”
”Mom! I won’t tell! I just want to make sure that you will tell his actual dad at some point, and Dad, and Ben,” Yoda looked up at me.
I sighed, “I’ll tell them. Probably when he’s a child.”
”Thank you, Mom…” Yoda sighed, and quietly walked upstairs.
It was a few months later, when my nephew Azrael was born. He was named after the god of death in Islam and some Jewish traditions. Obviously, he’s absolutely adorable and precious.
Yoda seems to really like to play with the dollhouse. Sometimes he’ll play with Leia, or even Ben. It makes me happy to see the kids get along well.
Of course, Ben loves his blocks more than anything. Not that there’s much for him to do at the moment.
To finish off the quiet day, I read Yoda to sleep, promising that I would tell everyone soon.