Gabe seemed to be set on leaving his mother deaf that afternoon. Everything was well as he ate, and once finished, the girl stayed in the room, on the rocking chair, for a few more long moments, just rocking gently on the chair with a sleepy baby in her arms. But then, just as the girl thought the little one was drifting off into another nap, he began to wail once again, his little pink face turning a bright shade of red, tears quickly welling in his crystal blue eyes. Vianna's own blue eyes widened at this, not sure what was wrong with the little one who'd just eaten and gotten a diaper change not too long ago; she tried something that had worked the day before, though, and removed the green blankie from around the little baby who was already cozily dressed up in his onesie and booties. Gabe's cries stopped then, his little body feeling refreshed now that it wasn't suffocated by his warm clothes and a blankie. Vianna smiled faintly at this, leaning in toward the little one and placing a kiss on his pink little face. "I can't wait until you can start talking and telling me what you need, Gabe; this guessing game is leaving your mummy rather deaf," she informed the little one who merely stared at her blankly before furrowing his brows at her, as if trying to figure out what exactly it was she was telling him. Vianna chuckled softly at the sight of this, her blue eyes sparkling with pure endearment, with a sort of motherly loving that only this precious little boy in her arms could bring out in her. "You're so cute," she said softly, flashing the baby who seemed wide awake now another smile before getting up to her feet. She considered placing Gabe back in his crib, but that seemed rather cruel when the baby wasn't even sleepy anymore; and so, with the baby still in arms, she walked out of the nursery and over to the main bedroom, only find that Ferris had followed her to-do list after all and had cleaned up their room, which hadn't been that horribly messy in the first place, but Vianna had always preferred to have it spotless anyway. The girl smiled at the sight of him working on his sketchbook, and felt a little bad interrupting him. "Professor, would you mind watching over Gabe while I prepare dinner?" she asked softly from the doorway, the baby in her arms turning his head slightly and placing his blue-eyed gaze upon the figure he recognized to be his father sitting on the bed.