Duke, who napped late in the morning was not quite ready for another. He lay wiggling contently on a blanket.
As I read he cooed and chortled and conversed with himself happily. He grew louder and louder as the chapter wore on and my volume increased with his to ensure that Ziz could hear me. I was reaching the upper limits of my speaking voice, getting close to a yell when in the middle of a particularly enthusiastic gurgle, the babe fell silent.