After an early and long breakfast with Fabiola´s parent's next door, Ervey and his small family went back to their apartment and napped together. The baby gave them a long hour of peace. The traffic circulating through their neighborhood had all but gone silent in the middle of the siesta, when they awoke.
"Pretty, let's get up and take a walk on the university jogging path," said Fabiola.
"You sure you want to do that?" asked Ervey, pressing himself against her.
"No choice. The baby's awake and needs his diaper changed," she said.
"You're quite the little shitter, aren't you, güey?" Ervey said to his son.
"Come on. I need to walk, and you can help Javiercito learn to walk," she said.
"Walk? Already?" asked Ervey, "he seems too young, too limp still."
"No. He can already stand up in his crib, so we can start to show him how to put one foot in front of the other," said Fabiola, "you'd know that if you were around more."
"Well, those are not the cards that have been dealt," said Ervey, "even if I wasn't working full time I'd be studying full-time and working part-time. Hopefully that change will come this fall. No?"
After a long silence, he added, "it's not like I do anything other than work and come home to be with you two."
"You're right, and you're a good man," she said, "so every minute you have to spend with him counts. You don't want him to grow up not knowing you or figuring things out on his own, do you?
"OK. Let's go then. We can walk by the medical school to see what's new, said Ervey."
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