The Punk's Daughter

Chapter 2

"Mommy!" Grace wakes up to Bailey diving onto her, and Grace lets out a loud laugh that ends with a mild groan.

"Morning." Grace laughs, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn, and looking over at the empty spot, which means that was already up.

"Jellybean! What are you doing?" Hannah yells as she walks down the halls.

"Quick, get under the covers." Grace whispers, and Bailey dives under the covers, curling into Grace's side.

"Do you know where Bailey is?" Hannah taps on her chin as she walks in the room, looking over at Grace.

"I have no idea where she would be, do you?" Grace is attempting not to laugh, feeling Bailey shift against her side.

"She couldn't be in here, could she?" Hannah walks around the bed, still having her hand on her chin.

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about." Grace nods her head, now biting her lip, because Hannah knows exactly where Bailey is.

"She couldn't be right here could she?" Hannah reaches out and tickles Bailey from under the covers, and a fit of laughter comes from her. Grace laughs loudly as Bailey pops out of the covers, a huge smile on her face. Hannah picks her up and laughs, "What did I tell you about waking up Mommy?"

"Awe, don't be so hard on her." Grace laughs lightly, "She's the perfect thing to wake up to in the morning."

"Fine, fine, alright." Hannah sets the almost four year old back on the bed, and she walks over and plops next to Grace.

"Does Mommy have to get out out of bed my any chance?" Grace chuckles under her breath, stretching her arms above her head.

"Well, I am making some pancakes." Hannah winks, and they both let out a little bit of a laugh. Hannah walks over and places a kiss on Grace's lips, and leave the room to get back to cooking.

"Mommy?" Bailey asks, rolling over and laying on Grace's stomach, looking up at her.

"Yes sweetie?" Grace asks, pushing a piece of hair behind Bailey's ear.

"Do you know what I want for my birthday?" She asks, putting her head in her hands that she has propped on her elbows.

"I don't think you've told me yet, actually." Grace admits, "What do you want, hmm?"

"A puppy." Bailey whispers.

"A puppy, huh?" Grace taps on her chin, "How about, me and Mama talk about it?"

"Pleaassee, Mommy?" She pushes her bottom lip out.

"I said we will see." Grace scrunches her face up, wrapping Bailey in her arms and giving her little kisses all over her face. Bailey giggles and jumps out of bed, running down the hall, and Grace laughs as she get out of bed herself.