Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

Mommy-Daughter

(Hehehehehe I'm back. Been a hot minute aint it?)

Y/N Age: 1 1/2

"Who's my favorite little girl? You are, you are!" I said, kissing all over Y/Ns face.

It was a bright Saturday in the middle of summer, and Dalton is on a business trip in Hawaii. I would've gone but we would be very bored as he is working and I don't wanna take our child out to the beach without him. So I stayed home with my little baby and we have been having loads of fun.

"Ma-ma." She said, trying to grab my shoulders. 

"Yes baby?" I replied, squishing her chubby cheeks together and kissing her nose.

"I'm yo' onl' girl." She babbled out as she sat on my lap. 

I laughed and ran my fingers through her soft, brown hair. 

"I know, that's why I love you much." 

Y/N smiled and I couldn't help but return it. She had a contagious smile that brought me so much joy and happiness. She was my little ray of sunshine in my dark life.

I noticed that she was shifting and holding her stomach in a weird way.

"You hungry baby?" I asked, picking her up.

"Mhm."

"Wanna get some fruit?"

"Yeth pwease." She replied with her cute lisp.

I set her down on the counter next to me while I cut up the strawberries and bananas for us to snack on. I finished cutting the fruit and put it in a bowl for Y/N.

"Here bubs, hold this tightly." I said, giving her the bowl.

I picked her up and walked up to my bedroom, setting her down against a pillow as she ate so I could get the remote for my TV. As soon as I laid down next to her she set the bowl aside and climbed into my lap.

"Awww, you sleepy?" I asked, playing with her hair.

"Mmmm." She replied, sticking her fingers in her mouth.

"No baby, don't do that." 

"Ok Mama."

We sat in silence, bar the movie playing and me eating some fruit. After a few minutes of my snacking I set the bowl on my nightstand and wrapped my arms protectively around my sleeping daughter.

I looked down at her and watched as her small chest rose and fell. Her little legs were just hanging over my waist and her small hands were clutching the fabric of my shirt tightly. I cooed at the sight and kissed the top of her head tenderly.

"My beautiful bambina." I whispered into her hair.

Ever since she was born my mother made sure she knew the Italian language. She wasn't fluent and could speak very little, but she is young and can learn more. I don't mind though, she can understand it perfectly and would scream in happiness when i would speak it when she was a newborn.

I was so obsessed with her to the point that I would just watch her sleep in her crib after I put her to bed. She is such a cute sleeper and you can't convince me otherwise. My baby is THE cutest baby in the whole fucking world and if anyone tells me she isn't, I'm beating their broke ass.

I love my little Y/N.

Eeeeeee

Ahahah

I loved this

So cute