Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

Baby Hands

(First chapter babyyyyy.)

Ariana POV:

I laughed as Y/N blew raspberries on my neck.

It's been 4 years since Y/N was born and I'm loving everything about her. Her face, her nose, her eyes, her dimples, how she laughs, how when someone new comes to meet her she is so comfortable and happy. 

Dalton and I made a good child, that's all I can say. Y/N is so sweet and kind to almost everyone she meets. She once had a play date with a younger kid, about 2 years old, and I was very worried because she was a shy baby and didn't talk that much. When she met him she was so friendly and gently, and she even let him use her stuffed dog that Nonna bought her, and man is she obsessed with that dog. 

"Aren't you such a pretty little girl? Yes you are! Yes you are!" I say as I spin her around in my arms.

Y/N laughs and waves her cute baby hands at me, trying to grab onto to me. I smiled and cradle her into my chest and sit down on the couch.

"Mama you's pwettier." She said, tracing my jawline with her soft fingers. 

"Aw thanks bubbas, but you are much more pretty than me." I whisper, kissing her nose.

She giggled and snuggled into my chest. I cooed at the sight and rocked her back and forth. I raised Y/N as a spoiled baby, and I'm not embarrassed. I gave her whatever she wanted and always made time for her. She definitely prefers me over Dalton, but at times she will be stuck to him like a leech. 

"I'm home! Where are my favorite girls?" Dalton said as he closed the front door behind him, slipping off his shoes.

I put a finger to my lips and nodded down at our sleeping daughter. He gave a silent 'Ohhh' and immediately rushed over to see her. He smiled at her slumbering form and kissed her forehead.

"Sorry, I didn't realize she was sleeping." He said quietly, rubbing her cheek.

"It's alright, but you can't  just kiss her and walk away from me without greeting me." I said, glaring at him.

Dalton smirked and kissed me lovingly while sitting beside me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned my head against him. After a few minutes of silence i spoke up.

"Dalton."

"Hm?"

"What did we do to deserve such a perfect baby?" I say as I watch Y/N sleep peacefully.

My husband leaned over and kissed my cheek and then smiled down at our daughter.  

"I don't know Ariana, but I'm glad she is ours."

I smiled and curled into Dalton, protectively wrapping my arms around Y/N. 

"Me too."

Short lil fluff. 

I'm in love with baby Y/N rn.

AHHHHHHH IMA MAKE MORE ANSJJSN$NDNDND