Pouty Mouth

When Vash was only a few weeks old, maybe eight or nine weeks at the most, he went through this phase where he wanted me to nurse him in this particular chair, in his dimly lit room, holding him a certain way, and it always had to be right before bedtime. He would eat and eat and eat, until his little tummy was rock solid and couldn't possibly hold more. He would then pout out his little lips and refuse even his precious binky. Those little pursed lips were the cutest thing I had ever seen. I would just stare at him, completely asleep, serene, and extremely full, pushing out those little lips as far as they would go. I imagine he dreamed something like, "Not another thing will pass these pouty lips."