4 years later..
"Mama," Naomi came around the corner and walked over to my desk. She crawled up into my lap and leaned back against me, looking all in my computer.
"Yes ma'am."
"Can you go get me a fruit snack?"
I rubbed her belly. "Did you ask Mommy?"
"Yes. She said ask you."
Before I could respond, Onika's voice became louder and louder until she was in the doorway. "Naomi quit lying! I told her no because dinner is almost ready and I'm not going to let her spoil it with candy."
They were both looking at me for an answer but I just kissed Yomi's forehead. I was used to this fight. It happened at least twice a week. Naomi liked to wait a few days in between so that I would forget. She was still learning the concept of other people's memories.
"Tell her no babe."
"You already did."
She smirked, "You tell her no."
Naomi crawled up further onto my lap and laid her head on my shoulder.
"You see what she's doing?"
"I'll get you one after dinner baby."
Onika shook her head as Yomi climbed out of my lap, running past her mother and into the hallway.
"Punk."
"She's not spoiling her dinner."
She came and sat in my lap. I leaned back, my eyes immediately watching her ass.
"She has you wrapped around her finger and she knows it."
"She looks like you and she acts like you. You've been teaching her since she was born."
"Don't blame it on me. She had you like that when she was born. She just knows it now."
"That's my baby."
"We know."
"You're my baby too," I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. I kissed her spine and slid a hand onto her thigh.
"Uh uh nasty. I'm cooking."
"I wanna eat what your mama made."
She was giggling while I touched her all over, kissing her wherever my lips could find. I had my glittery lip gloss all over her clothes, but she didn't mind. It seemed like all of her clothes had my lip gloss on them, no matter how much she washed.
"Baby for real. The boys will be here soon, and I don't want anything to burn."
I let her get up, but I didn't let her get too far. I pulled her right back and she hovered over me. She was taunting me, pulling away every time I leaned up to kiss her.
"Quit playing."
"If I kiss you, you have to let me go. I am cooking."
"Okay."
