Addicting Love

| T H I R T Y - S E V E N |

It's Christmas Eve!

Guess who was pregnant last Christmas Eve? Me. Guess who has a five month old this Christmas Eve? Me.

I love life.

"Bee, she's not going to even open the gifts." Fred groaned from the island counter. I was sitting on the floor in the kitchen, wrapping presents for Emmy.

"Yes she is." I mumbled. "We'll teach her."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay." He hummed and walked past me, giving my head a little pat as he walked by.

I kept on wrapping this one present, which was a stacking toy, as Fred checked on Emmy in her playpen. We got it last week, I think. She can roll over and lay on her stomach, which she does a lot, so we decided to finally put our daughter in a grey cage.

She's so adorable.

It fits perfectly in the living room too, right under the big window so she gets lots of vitamin D.

"Oh shit." Fred said with a little chuckle.

I jumped up to my feet so fast and ran over to him. "What? Is she hurt? Bleeding? Dead?!"

"No, look." He nodded down to her and quickly looked down, seeing she was sitting up.

By herself.

She was sitting up, by herself, in the middle of the playpen.

Holy fuck!

She looked up at us with a big smile and raised her little arms, clapping her hands with some babbling.

"Is she supposed to be doing that yet?" I asked.

"I think so." He said, "I don't think it's a bad thing if she grew some muscle earlier than other babies her age."

"Our baby's gonna be a gymnast." I awed.

Freddie chuckled and pressed a kiss to my temple, then walked back to the kitchen.

I leaned over the side of the playpen and kissed Emmy's head. "Gimme 10 minutes. I'm almost done wrapping." I whispered to her.

"She doesn't understand presents." Freddie hummed.

"Shush Scrooge." I said. Emmy giggled. "Yeah, your daddy is a Scrooge."

"Bee."

"Gotta go."

I stood back up and went back to the kitchen, sitting down on the ground.

I slid the wrapped box to the side with the 10 others and grabbed the next item: a white fluffy sweater that was a lamp. There was sown on eyes with a mouth, and the hood has two ears on it.

She's going to look so fucking cute!

"Open," Freddie said and I looked up at him, parting my lips. He put a little ball of the gingerbread dough on my tongue, then I closed my mouth. "Good?"

"Mhm." I nodded as I chewed.

Fred's Christmas cookies are fucking amazing.

Then I ruin them with my horrible decorating skills.

I measured out the wrapping paper with the folded hoodie, then carefully cut it with a knife. After, I got the tape, ripped off a couple of pieces, then started folding the paper. It was white and had candy canes on it.

Fred and I totally forgot about getting a tree until 10 days before Christmas. So all the real ones were done except for the ones shorter than me, and had no needles. So then we had to get a fake one, which is fine because it will last us forever. But the ones at the store were also desk sized, or the size of three houses stacked on top of each other.