"Josh, honey, wake up." comes a quiet voice. You open your eyes, and see someone standing over the crib. It's Deb. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you have a good nap?" she coos, picking you up. You blush. "Oh, it's ok, honey. Babies are supposed to take naps." she tells you. "But I'm not..." you mumble. You stop talking, as you realize she will not understand you. "Is my baby boy hungry?" she asks. Your stomach growls. You nod. "Ok, well let's get you a bottle." Deb says, as she takes you downstairs. She takes a full bottle out of the fridge, and heats it up. She begins to feed you the bottle, after checking the temperature on her wrist. You drink the bottle, liking the taste of the milk. Or was it formula? Whatever it was, it tasted sweet, and it was warm. After you finish your bottle, Deb burps you. "I have a surprise for my little boy." she coos. She carries you to another room, and opens the door. Inside is a...
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