Sight Of Love

An Angel

I scrub the dishes with a sponge, using dish gloves.

A tall brunette walks in with Ian in her hands, bouncing him up and down as she shooshes him, smiling straight down at him.

I hum and clean up the last plate followed along with silverware. "He's so cute. " Brooklyn whispers. "I know." I giggle, setting down the plate on the drying rack. I turn around, my hand placed against the kitchen sink counter as I stare at Brooklyn.

God, she's a sight of an angel, the magic she works with babies is Imaculous.

Brooklyn walks up to me, she kisses my cheek and I look straight through her eyes, smiling. She giggles at my reaction. "Awh, he's asleep. Poor baby is tired from all that milk and burping. " I whisper as we both look down at him. "Yeah." She whispers, chuckling as she looks down at the cuddled up baby against her.

We both head upstairs, entering into his room. I rub Brooklyns back and smile down at the baby who is now in the deepest sleep I've ever seen him in craddled in his crib.

"Your an angel. " I whisper, wrapping my arms around brooklyns shoulders as she turns aroung, facing away from the babies crib. "I knowww," She kisses my forhead once again, "I'm always here. Just call me. " She repeats.

Before she came, everything was a disaster. Mom and dad are out tonight, enjoying their time out in a hotel for some air due to all the exhaustion built up. I had to call Brooklyn for some support after Ian was being a bit stubborn for atleast 3 hours. As Philip was crying his eyes out because he didn't get his baby snacks and he needed a bath. I'm glad they're both in their own imaginationed worlds, sleeping away all the exhaustion from crying and the missing of mom and dad.

Brooklyn pulls her lips away from my forehead and looks down to my eyes. She wraps her arms around my waist, allowing her to soothingly calm down the nerves and stiffness I've held all day. I take in a deep breath, closing my eyes, breathing in Brooklyns cinnamon scent. Brooklyn rubs my shoulders with her hands. I glance at her lips before looking back up into her eyes. She leans down just right to connect our lips.

The kiss turned into a more gentle and passionate kiss. A more needed kiss than pure eagerness. I rub her neck with my right hand moving my body towards her, enjoying the warmth between us. She rubs her body closer to me, enjoying the warmth along with me. She smiles between our kiss as she opens her eyes, making us create eye contact.

"You're an angel."

She whispers against my lips.

I giggle just a tad before leaving the grip held by Brooklyn, exiting the room before she follows behind. She closes the door behind her as I walk downstairs. "Can you.. Can you spend the night? I don't know if I can handle much crying tonight.. " I ask, before I turn around to create eye contact. "Of course. I actually love being here. You should call me more often..Feels more at home. " Brooklyn chuckles. I nod and shrug, looking around the oddly comfortable home built around me and my family..

"Movie night? " I squeal. "Read my mind, Fi. " she giggles. I run into grab some popcorn and honey cerealed O's. I walk back into the living room, quickling cuddling myself up to Brooklyn as we watch The Breakfast Club. She kisses my temple as I kiss her shoulder blade. We both exchange smiles before watching the show begin.

As I watch the show, I think and think and become of more over thinking. Does Brooklyn really like me? Does she accept my family as much as she says she does..?

Does she like me..?

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I hear a sudden screams coming from the upstairs as I'm lying flat onto the comfy sofa in front of the tv. I lift myself up as I observe the room. I asumme Brooklyn has gone home. I frown and run upstairs, rubbing my lids, " I'm comin, I'm comin." I mumble. As I enter Ian's bedroom I see a tall figure straddling and rocking their arms with Ian in theirs. I walk up to them, slightly grabbing the shoulder to see as Brooklyn is still here, but with Ian. I pout my lip staring down at the half crying baby. "He's okay. " she whispers, smiling to my direction. Ian coo's before his arms slow and his body relaxes in Brooklyns touch.

"At this point, move in. " I chuckle, rubbing Brooklyns shoulder. Her lips tug tighter, not wanting to stutter the baby. I kiss her cheek, looking into her beautiful milk chocolate colored eyes. She carefully lays him back into his spaced crib, humming to settle him.

Brooklyn has a magical talent when it comes to babies and I realized soon as I called her. She has a beautiful soul and she doesn't really notice.

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Hello my beautys!

Sorry I've been so inactive on here. I've been sleeping and busy with school and school activities.
I'm also sorry that my chapters have been short! I'm working on it, I dearly am trying.

Also happy late birthday to me!

Happy Black History Month, I'm so thankful to those who brought me here today.

- Xxx, Z