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From the moment she was born, Jolyne Kujo demanded attention.
She was different from her father, your husband, in the ways she managed to get yours. Jotaro relied on murmurs and gentle touches, his hand on your shoulder or fingers pushing hair behind your ear. He hadn't changed much since your courting years, other than the much more tender kisses he gave and how often he embraced you. He sought your attention quietly, as with all things he did.
Jolyne was, very frankly, much louder than he was, and relied heavily on the fact of how darn cute she was. Your neverending patience with your six month old daughter was to her definite advantage as well.
She preferred being carried, close to your shoulder and warm in your arms. She was holding her head up well at her age. It wobbled slightly when she looked up and all around her surroundings, lovely chartreuse eyes filled with wonder. Her dark hair was soft against your cheek, smelling sweetly of baby shampoo. Her hands were so tiny, little fingers and palms, which grabbed at anything and everything she could -- including your pretty face.
Her hands cupped your cheeks, teensy hands and nails gripping on your skin, but she looked at you with all the love a baby could muster. At the curious face you pulled, she showed a wide toothless grin and giggled.
"Jojo! What are you doing? Does Mommy have something on her face?"
In her excitement Jolyne slammed her palms on your cheeks and wiggled her little body, making you laugh.
"Baby, you know it's not good to hit others. Be nice to Mommy." You chided, pressing a kiss to her temple. You moved to seat her in her high chair, hoping her various toys would distract her for a few minutes. Five precious minutes were all you needed to chop up the rest of the vegetables for dinner. You were nearly finished with them prior to Jolyne's earlier outburst. Hopefully she'd stay put just a little while longer this time.
"Look, Jojo. Watch Mommy cook, okay?"
After making sure her chair was a safe distance away from the stove, but still close enough to maintain sight of you, you went back to your cutting board and resumed the act of cutting up a bell pepper. Jolyne busied herself with her toys, distracted by the colorful elastic felt of a jellyfish. She pushed it into her mouth to chew on the material. There was a small bell hidden inside of it which rang with movement. She slammed the jellyfish onto the plastic tray of the chair, babbling as the ringing got louder. You turned for a glance to make sure she wasn't hurting herself.
"What are you up to, baby?" You asked. Jolyne sputtered, her grin returning when she realized she got you to look at her. Again her jellyfish was slammed onto the tray, bell and laughter ringing in the air. Her silly behavior managed to get another laugh from you too.
Jolyne whined when you looked back down. She shook her toy a few more times. Soon enough the bell became less and less interesting. It got to the point where she threw the toy off her chair with a yelp. She then moved onto the next toy that caught her eye. It was a crab shaped chew toy with ridges along the bottom and decorative pincers on the top. Its red color was bright and nice to look at. Jolyne used her little hands to carefully lift the toy to her mouth. She was quiet for a little while, distracted with gnawing on it.
Minutes later her crab was becoming boring. She looked at you. You didn't look back. You were still standing around in the kitchen. Why weren't you looking at her yet? After she had thrown her toy down, too. You should have already picked it back up again. In fact, you should have already picked her back up again by now. What was taking so long?
In times like these, Jolyne knew what she had to do.
Ripped straight from her lungs, she released a yowl from around her toy, her face going red with the effort. From out of her mouth came her toy, which she banged against the tray in succession. She yowled again, little legs kicking wildly. Her outburst was exactly the same as earlier. It made you sigh.
You found that your daughter had a habit of screaming for your attention. It had concerned you when she was younger, but slowly you realized how mischievous your baby really was. Jolyne learned that screaming for you was the easiest way back into your arms. As a matter of fact, it was. She really was too smart. (Or maybe you just indulged her too much.)
"Jojo. What's going on?" You spoke, tossing the very last of the vegetables into a bowl. At least you were able to finish cutting them in time.
Your reply was another rowdy shriek. A thud resounded. She had thrown her chew toy to the ground, landing a little ways off from the jellyfish. Her hands slammed onto the tray in her own way of complaining. She wasn't happy sitting still any longer. The both of you knew this.
You moved to wash your hands, deciding to leave the rest of dinner unfinished until after Jolyne was appeased once again. When she saw how you outstretched your arms to her, a clear sign of what was coming, she squealed and slammed her little hands on the tray. It came off almost as if she were satisfied.
Up she went in your arms, the place where Jolyne felt most comfortable. She went back to looking up and all around, giggling with each kiss you pressed on her little face. As far as Jolyne was concerned, there was no better place to be than with you.