Here's the thing

 Cyrus was at a loss as to what to do with a child around so he took his cue from Pixie. Thankfully, Cori hadn't been full of questions about the living situation with Pixie, either. He didn't dare want to make a big deal about that.

Of course, they got a little help from Bea, early in the morning. She watched Cora while they worked at the coffee shop. Really, Cyrus could never imagine life so fast, but everything got done thanks to Pixie. And Cora was really no trouble. She loved to have pages to scribble on and she didn't cry much.

"You know, I noticed Cora calls you Mommie, a lot." Cyrus had to say one evening as she was getting Cora ready for bed which was a little mattress next to Cyrus' bed.

"Maybe she calls everyone Mommie," Pixie said as if she didn't have a second thought about it. 

"But, but what if you look like her Mommie," Cyrus asked.

"I highly doubt that," Pixie laughed, but she tended to Cora with ease. "It's not a big deal."

Still, it worried Cyrus that maybe Cora didn't live in a good home. They were a good home to her.

"But it is," Cyrus told her. He did his best to take part. He watched Cora and interacted with her. He even read books to her. Sometimes, she would fall asleep when they watched TV together.

"Don't even go there," Pixie gave him a look that he was just being impossible now. Cyrus smiled back. 

"I know you'd make a good one," Cyrus told her.

"Well, this is only..only while Cori and Megan are on a honeymoon." She sighed then as if there wasn't a big enough salary for a job like this.

Cyrus nodded, but he really could imagine it. Although, in his head, he wasn't sure how she could get there. Not that he could be a part of that. He shook his head. He was doing well enough to help out with meals and make sure Cora had all her rubber duckies for bath time.

Yes, it was better to leave well enough alone. He liked having Pixie with him. And most important she could spend time with him. After all, it was the perfect togetherness. Why mess that up?