He smiled, putting his thumb in his mouth as he stirred around, waiting to be found by Mayra as he cried out in a babyish babble. Hearing the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs he blushed hotly, until he realized the sounds of footsteps were far more than just two feet. Terror swept over him as Ellen burst into the door and sauntered over to the crib, just back from gardening club with Susan and Nancy.
“Well, hello my little pumpkin!” Ellen fawned over James, fearful that Mayra had been all a dream, that he had been tricked. He began to cry loudly as Ellen stood him on his feet in the crib.
“Maywa! Maywa!” he wailed, banging his hands in fists on the side of his crib. Ellen smiled politely at the rejection. It had seemed Mayra had made far more of an impression on James than she expected.