The boy named Jason [Part 1]

[Jason, Age 1]

A howling wind burst through the windows, and a stunning red-haired lady shivered as she cradled her crying newborn in her arms.

"Stan!" she shouted happily. "Come here, h-he's opening his mouth. I think he's going to speak soon."

"On my way, dear," replied a middle-aged man, who rapidly dropped his pen and spun around. He gazed at his son with piercing jet black eyes and a sharp jawline and smiled.

"Becca, do you think he's going to say mama or dada first?" he asked.

The woman rolled her eyes in amusement and sat in her rocking chair.

"Come on, honey. We all know the answer."

Rebecca delicately cooed the baby with a tender song and stared expectantly at the newborn, whose patches of black fuzz swayed with the mother.

"Jason sweetie," she said in a kind voice. "Say Mama~~~. Nice and easy. Sayyy Ma-Ma."