Missoblivion

 It was a bright, sunny day when Reaver was asked to babysit Logan for the first time.    "What?" Reaver placed the book he was reading down on his lap and looked at Sparrow as though she had grown as extra head. "Babysit? My dear, I do not babysit."    "Reaver, I have to go to court to settle some sort of inheritance issue that a few of the nobles are having," Sparrow explained to him, shifting Logan's weight in her arms as he gurgled to himself pleasantly. "Queen business. I can't take Logan with me and its Jasper's day off. You're going to have to babysit him whether you like it or not."    Reaver groaned and his eyes fell to his son