Her babbling is anything but awkward or embarassing, and I'm pretty sure I know where it comes from. I tug her hands away from her face, curling my fingers around hers. "Hey. You can babble whenever you want. Actually, maybe not whenever."

That suggestion leaves me grinning, and I'm sure that my cheeks are as pink and bright as hers. "I love your babbling." I kiss one of her hands before shifting, pulling her close and laying back against the couch. "I get nervous," I whisper, before kissing her again, thinking that maybe it's the best thing for both of us to do with our mouths for the next bit.