Peach Fuzz

Y/n's P.O.V
I'm about 4 months old now, and usually, babies my age don't learn to roll over or crawl until about 7 months of age, but me, I started rolling over and crawling a few weeks ago.

Dad was ecstatic to see me rolling over and crawling at 4 months.

Although I learned it quicker than other babies, dad still does tummy time with me.

One day, when my uncles came over for a visit, dad had me on a blanket outside while he talked to my uncles.

Me being me, I used my baby muscles to roll over and stand on my hands and knees and crawled to Uncle Mac.

Dad and my uncles were left in shock that I, a 4 month old baby, learned to roll over and crawl all on the same day.

Shortly after I had crawled over to Uncle Mac that day, I tugged on his pants to pick me up, and he gladly did.

Though dad was a bit jealous that I didn't crawl to him instead.

Dad even started to fake cry because of it.

I don't know what he was complaining about, I went to him shortly after.

I was planning on going to dad anyway after I got cuddles in with Uncle Mac.

Even though Uncle Mac lives on Flower Fruit Mountain with us, I hardly get to see him cause he's always in the shadows doing shady stuff.

Onto the next thing that shocked dad and everyone else.

A week or so later, after I had learned to roll over and crawl, I learned to stand up by grabbing onto things.

I was impatient at the time, so I tried to learn how to walk.

Nope, the moment I let go of whatever I was holding onto to stand, I fell on my butt and started crying.

Dad immediately comforted me, saying I'll learn to walk before I know it.

I was upset that day because I wanted to hurry and learn to walk so I could start running around, probably so I could cause some mischief along the way.

What? I'm allowed to cause some mischief.

My dad's Sun Wukong for goodness sake. People literally call him a trickster in some stories.

Since I'm his daughter, I'm gonna cause a little trouble, and there ain't nothing anyone can do about it.

Currently, I'm in my bassinet, on my knees, while trying to climb out.

Shakily lifting one up one leg over and out of the bassinet.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dad stands over me.

I looked at him with cheeky smile, my tail wagging in the process.

Dad takes me out of the bassinet before I can fall out of it, holding me up to his face. "We're you trying to teach yourself how to walk again?"

Yes, yes, I was. I want to run around already.

I babbles at him, my tiny hand slapping his face.

Dad chuckles, nuzzling his face against mine. "Well, you're gonna have to wait a little longer before you can try to walk, Peach Fuzz, but who knows, you might learn to talk as well."

I huff as I bury my face in the crook of his neck.

I liked the nickname Peach Fuzz. I remember dad saying I looked like nothing but the fuzz on a peach when I was first born.

"Come on." He pats my back. "Your Uncle Mac is here, and I know how much you love your Uncle Mac."

I silently cheered, hugging dad's chest.
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In a nice and small clearing on Flower Fruit Mountain, I was in dad's arms while Uncle Mac stood in front of us.

"Hiya, bud." Dad smiles.

I babbled, reaching out of dad's arms and to Uncle Mac.

"There you go." Dad sat me in his arms.

"Hello, little princess." Uncle Mac pats my back while I snuggled against him.

"I feel like you love your Uncle Mac more than me." Dad says dramatically.

I stuck my tongue out at dad, giving him a smirk while snuggled more against Uncle Mac.

"Oh, you wound me, Peach Fuzz." Dad falls to the ground, acting like he passed out.

"Wukong, stop being overdramatic. That's my job." Macaque smirks.

"Fine, fine." Dad stands up, taking me into his arms against my judgment, holding me up to his face. "I believe it's tummy time for you."

Dad laid me on my tummy, where I squirmed for the next few minutes.
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A few minutes later, I was still doing tummy time, while dad and Uncle Mac were talking with each other.

This is boring, I want to move around.

They're not looking at me right now.

Now is my time to escape.

I crawled over to a nearby rock, placing my small hand on it, and slowly stood up.

I will learn to walk, and nobody can stop me.

I don't care if I'm only 4 months old, I'm ready to cause trouble.

Taking one wobbly foot in front of the other, using the rock to balance myself.

I started walking slowly until I got the confidence to walk without the rock.

I silently cheered to myself as I slowly but surely walked.

Hah!

Take that universe!

I'm a 4 month old baby monkey demon, and I learned to walk.

I giggled as I got the hang of it.

"Peach Fuzz, you're walking!" I hear dad's voice.

I turned to him with a smile on my face.

Take that, Daddy! I told you I was gonna learn to walk, and look at me now.

I started to walk to dad as he held his arms out to me.

"That's it, Peach Fuzz! You can do it!" Dad cheers me on.

Once I got to him, I fell into his arms.

"Baba!" I say happily.

Both dad and Uncle Mac looked at me in shock, but dad's face morphed into one of excitement.

"Ah, my little Peach Fuzz learned to walk and talk in the same day!" Dad squeals as he hugs me.

I laughed as I snuggled up against him.

Uncle Mac placed a hand on dad's shoulder, smiling. "She's more advanced than most babies."

"Of course she is." Dad gloated. "She's my daughter."

"I wub you, Baba." I sighed happily, laying against his chest.

Dad starts to cry, happy tears. "She says she loves me. I love you too, Peach Fuzz!"

A/n-Alright, time to plan a one year old birthday.

Have a good day or night.

Next Up: First B-Day.