March 12th, 1986
"You're getting too big, ya know that?" Billy said, watching his little girl smile up at him as he took the cup of water and dumped it carefully over the top of her head. His other hand guarded her eyes, stopping any residual soap from getting in her eyes or mouth.
The little baby tub she was in supported her tiny body with a foam support, the tub water running as he kneeled by the porcelain tub.
Luna was already getting bigger, not by much - but enough to notice. More chub was coming onto her skin day by day, her little fingers reaching for nothing in particular as her vision improved. She also followed you with her eyes, her little face scrunching and lips pulling close to make little 'a' and 'o' noises, which accompanied the previous gurgling.
Almost two months old…time flies.
Her father lathered his hands in the sweet smelling honey and vanilla soap before gently lathering her head with his warm palms. The pads of his thumbs rubbed her temple, baby hairs following his easy movements before he pulled away and grabbed the soft bristled toothbrush.
Having seen it in a baby catalog, Billy was astonished by using a toothbrush to scrub a baby's head. It makes so much sense, a small brush with soft bristles so you don't hurt their sensitive scalp.
Your little girl also was now reacting more to your presence, smiling whenever she saw you or her father. Luna had a small habit of glaring at most people, especially Steve who took great offense to the side-eyes and her little huffs.
With other people, she would simply just stare. Mostly she was fascinated with Eddie's, Dustin's, and her father's curls…and she loved your face. Her little hands would reach and smack your face every chance she got - smiling when you squinted because she hit too close to your eye.
Definitely her father's daughter.
That was exhibited now as she saw her daddy lean closer, her damp hands grasping his hair as her small feet planted on his chest.
She gurgled and smacked her gummy jaws together, eyes glued to her dad as he gently scrubbed her blonde hair. "You enjoying this princess?" He asked, unable to stop his own smile as she squealed a bit too loud before kicking her feet ecstatically.
A knock on the door interrupted them both, Billy leaning back to look as Max peeked her head in and smiled. "Hi! How is she doing?" She beamed, slinking into the bathroom and coming to sit next to her brother.
Seeming to recognize Max's voice, Luna squealed again and wiggled in her little tub as much as she could. Max tickled across the squishy soft skin of Luna's belly, cooing at her when she gurgled at her aunt.
Billy pressed a kiss to Max's head, "She's good if you can't tell. We are having a good day today."
"You trying to distract her from her mom being gone?" Max questioned, raising a brow and smirking at her brother's groan. "I'll take that as a yes."
He huffed, "I am trying to prolong feeding her. She hates bottles."
Setting the toothbrush down, Billy filled the cup with water, protecting her eyes again as he washed out her hair. Smoothing over her soft-spot, kissing her cheeks as she grasped his curls once more.
Max hummed, glancing down to Luna. "Can I try?" She asked, watching as Billy shut the water off and prepared the towel before unclasping Luna from her tub.
"You really want to try? She hates them…I'm telling you, it becomes a whole thing." He said, patting his daughter down gently as her head met his shoulder - eyes closing as she huffed out a breath.
