Reasons to love [Artemis [nolan/ky}]
Oct 18, 2019 17:27:21 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 18, 2019 17:27:21 GMT -5
 Mira's head turned toward me. Her little lips parted just slightly just as she did when she was a baby wanting to suckle, but instead, her thumb found her lips and she began to suck on her thumb. The adorable part about it was that her other hand had held onto my thumb and she slept in the sweetest position. "Get all the rest you want. We are going out today to go meet up with pawpaw today. I love you, Mira." I tell her and bring her hand up to let my lips kiss her skin. The smell of her most recent bath still lingering very close to her and the aroma was just enough to make me want another. Luckily for me, Vy's due date is gathering so near that I fear Mira and Brooklyn will vie for our attention once he comes. Matteo is going to be very loved, but our girls will end up with a little brother that will torment them. I wish it had been the other way, same as Jeran was for me. As soon as I was sure she was out, I pulled my finger from her grasp and it never even phased her. I walked out of the room and into my bedroom to gather the supplies and pack them away in the backpack. The gifts weren't extravagant in the least, but they were homemade and from the heart. It was too simple though, as a tearful whimper came from the other room. Exhaustion for her inability to stay asleep without me or Vy there is astounding and I sat there waiting to see what she would do. Silences for a few moments. A minute passes and nothing. I breath a sigh of relief and bring the bag out to the hallway and peek in the door once more at the sleeping Mira on her new little bed. The crib was a thing of the past now and was going to be used for the newest of the littles. I hate how she's growing so fast and pretty soon, her second birthday will be coming up and she'll be part of a trio of kids. She'll never have to be alone. I, on the other hand, fear that Matthew has forgotten her. It'll always be in the back of my mind, but her biological father just never seemed to care to stay. He had made it scarce in the last few months before her first birthday only to show up and then here it is eleven months later, and not a word. His father had said he went his separate way, but I fear that he might be worse off then what I care to imagine. Nolan, my daughters godfather, seems to be a great replacement for a male role model for her, not to mention a father figure for myself. He's been such a wonderful man to both me and my daughter in so many ways. She absolutely loves him to death and her fourth word, I swear, was actually something similar to his given nickname. As the time ticks by, I go to gather Mira by wrapping her up against my body, fitting her snug. She cocooned herself against my bosom and with the backpack on, we took off in search of adventure and a reason to celebrate. Nolan's house came into view as I stepped on the front porch, hugging Mira tightly as I leaned forward for the door. Three raps against the wood, I stepped back and rocked my sleeping child back and forth. |
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