Eleanor's POV
Six months. Six months since I gave birth to Evie. Six months she's been in this world. She has grown so much. She's much more vocal now. She can say mama and baba.
Ivana and I are both referred to as mama but we don't mind. We figure Evie will have her own nicknames for us when she's older and more coherent.
Evie says baba whenever she wants something. It doesn't really matter what. Milk? Baba. Pacifier? Baba. Cartoons? Baba.
Ivana's friends were visiting today. They had visited quite a lot actually and Evie was very fond of them, especially Amy. She has a sort of maternal instinct that I think makes Evie feel safe with her.
"Okay, Evie, come to mama," I said.
She wiggled a little but didn't move from her spot on the rug. Ivana and I had been trying to get her to crawl to us but we haven't had much luck.
"Come here," I grunted as I scooped her up, "stop growing. Mama wants you to stay her baby forever."
"Mama!" She squealed.
"You're my smart girl," I cooed.
I carried her through the house and to the kitchen. Ivana was working at the counter with her laptop open. Evie tried to throw herself at her other mama but I held her firmly.
"Babe? Do you want to hold the baby?" I asked.
"Of course," Ivana said, her tone offended.
I chuckled and gave her Evie. Our girl quickly cuddled into her mama's chest and made a cute giggly noise.
"Are you going to help mama work?" I asked.
I received no reply. Evie was too busy snuggling into her mama to pay me any attention.
"Baby, are you hungry?" I asked Ivana.
"Uh, yeah," she said absentmindedly.
"A sandwich?" I asked.
"Sure."
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Ms Arty
RomanceEleanor Arty is a high school principal. She and Ivana Malcom, a high school senior, have been having secret relations. Disclaimer: this is the first book I've written and published, it's not great and is kind of fast paced. Please be nice!
