She's The One(Ariana/You)

Day by Day

Ariana's POV:

Being a mother is the greatest, hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

It's only been three months and things have been insanely stressful but somehow still relaxed and at times boring.

There have been a lot of doctor's visits for the twins. They've had allergy tests, checkups to ensure they're developing well and all. Which they are.

At three months old, Josie is already making little sounds whenever she hears people talking, and she's trying to grab at everything she can which means we have to keep certain things out of her reach. Nate is all about bouncing, if we're holding him up to stand he wants to bounce and he does. Y/n says he's going to have strong legs and I completely agree.

Both of them are smiling a lot now. It's so cute. We make faces at them and they smile, when Y/n picks Nate up he immediately starts beaming. I used to think the sight of Y/n's smile was the most heartwarming thing in the world. It's now the second most heartwarming thing, coming only after the smiles of my children.

The sound of my partner's voice singing sweetly plays through the room and I slowly open my eyes. Then the sound of their comes over the music, a raspy chuckle leaves their lips before they say," not you havin my song as your alarm."

I roll my eyes as they laugh, a small smile forming on my lips at their antics. Reaching over, I turn my alarm off and when I lean back it's right into Y/n's arms. They pull me closer to them and lean down to place kisses on my neck.

Biting my lip, I tilt my head back, giving them more space to kiss. When their hand trails down my hip, moving around to squeeze at my thigh, I know exactly what they want.

I had some minor tearing after giving birth and just last week my doctor said I was all healed up. That plus the babies needing near-constant attention, we haven't had alone time in that since. I do miss them though, so I easily fall into their embrace.

When their hand dips down, fingers slipping between my thighs and over my clothed center, I let a quiet moan out. That must spur something inside Y/n because they have me on my back underneath them in seconds.

Just before they can lean down and kiss me, cries sound from the baby monitor.

"Fuck." They sigh, before rolling off of me and the bed.

By the time they pull some clothes out of our dressers the cries have multiplied. Knowing my babies need me, I try my best not to stare at the way Y/n's grey sweats make their excitement even more noticeable, and just pull my clothes on. I can get dick later when they're sleeping again.

The two of us scoop up our phones, noting that it's 8:30, then head down the hall. Y/n goes into Josie's room so I slip into Nate's.

I can't help the smile that forms on my face when I approach his crib. He's fussier than Josie in the morning's but it's an easy fix.

"Good morning my beautiful boy." I say to him, softly kissing his head as I head into the closet then back to their shared bathroom.

I turn the faucet of the little bathtub on, waiting for the right temperature before turning to the changing table. Carefully laying him down, I gently pull his onesie off, quietly singing to him as I do, then I remove his diaper and wipe him down.

Once I've disposed of his diaper, I shut the bath water off, letting a little out so it's not too high, then I set him in the tub. He looks about ready to start crying again but stops as soon as he sees my hand making waves in the water.

As I go about cleaning him I make sure to keep him preoccupied by gently splashing the water around. When he's done with his bath I drain the water, letting him watch it go down the drain as I grab his towel. With him all wrapped up and dry, I put a diaper on him and go into the closet.