~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
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"But she wears short skirts... your turn Nolee!"
Nola pokes her finger into her chest before timidly singing the rest of the line.
"I wear T-shirts!"
Holding each other's hands, my two girls walk side by side to me in the grocery store.
"She's cheer captain and I'm... mm mm mhm bleachers..." I chuckle at Rory missing some of the lyrics, flicking my eyes down to the top of her head.
Ingrid, who was walking beside me while pushing the shopping cart, bursts out laughing.
"Hey!" Rory mumbles, noticing that her auntie is giggling at her misstep. "I forgot."
"Oh I know, Roo!" Ingrid chuckles, ruffling her hand on top of Rory's hair. "Your singing is as beautiful as ever."
Rory smiles widely, swinging hers and Nola's hands back and forth as they waddle along beside us. They aren't holding onto the shopping cart on the condition that they stay together by my side.
I hum to myself, looking down at my grocery list before flicking my eyes back to the shelf.
"Mommy?" Nola calls for me, tugging on the belt loop of my dungarees.
"Yeah, Petal?" I answer absentmindedly, still scanning the shelf for the same brand of chopped tomatoes that I normally buy.
"My legs are sleepy."
I let my eyes flick down to Nola, seeing that she is still clinging to my belt loop with a large pout resting on her heart-shaped lips.
"Your legs are sleepy?"
She nods. "They're so sleepy."
"Do you mean tired, Nolee?"
She shakes her head with that same pout. "No, they're sleepy, mommy."
"Oh." I smile, trying to contain the laughter that is bursting from me. "Do you want to sit in the cart?"
"I think so."
I frown. "You think so?"
She watches me as I grab a can of chopped tomatoes off the shelf and drop it into the cart. Nearby Ingrid and Rory are still running through the lyrics of Taylor Swift's you belong with me.
"I think I should."
"Well okay then, petal. C'mere." I slot the grocery list between my teeth so that I can use both of my hands to hook under Nola's armpits to lift her into the empty spot of the cart. "Better?"
"Better." She hums, settling in the cart and smiling up at me.
"Good." I smile, running my hand over her hair to brush the baby hairs back from her forehead. "Hey, I have an idea."
