Tʜᴇᴀ's Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ : Aᴄᴇ Eᴠᴀɴ

[Eight]

The day started off in peace, laughter and baking cookies. It was day off from both my work and our classes, so we took our sweet time waking up, lazing around the bed while kissing, hugging, cuddling, or just basking in the warmth of each other's arms.

Ace was feeling big so he demanded kisses—and who am I to say no my baby boy?

Ace nestled on my arm while I cup his face, gently running my hand through his hair, stroking his cheek as our lips move in a slow and sweet rhythm, no lust or desperation in the kiss, just our lips dancing, pouring our love through it.

Eventually, we got out of bed and decided to bake cookies, well, mostly because my little one was back and wanted cookies, again, who am I to say no to him?

That's how we find ourselves covered in flour around 10 in the morning, giggling and cleaning the kitchen.

"Baby, you need a bath. Come on, let's clean you up till the cookies are being baked."

Ace pouts, peeking inside the oven to keep track on the baking. "But mama, what if they buwn?"

I chuckle, shaking my head and picking him up so more flour from his body does not get on the floor. "We have 15 minutes, love. We'll be done by then."

"Otay." I carry him to the washroom and stand him in the middle while the tub is filling with water.

"Want bubbles?" I ask, rummaging through the cabinets to fetch a diaper and his toys, the ones he plays with while bathing.

"Nu, mama. No have many time."

I laugh. "Okay, honeybear. Let's do a quick bath then."

I put away the toys and get him in the tub, soaping up a loofa and rubbing his arms and chest, down his legs and private area while Ace just splashes around and giggles to his imaginary friends.

My baby's so damn adorable, always swooning my heart, reminding me just how lucky I am to have him.

Afterwards, I rinse his body and plug out the tub, lifting him out of it and carrying him over to the changing table.

"How are you feeling today, bear?" I indicate to his headspace and he shyly holds up one finger. I coo, blowing a raspberry on his bare stomach and earning a heartfelt laughter from him. "You're my teeny weeny baby today, aren't you? Yes, you are." I pepper more kisses across his belly and he squeals, playfully pushing at my face.

Laughing, I wipe him dry and powder up his bottom, sliding the diaper on and going over to his closet to get onesies. I decide on a yellow one since it's his favorite color and put it on him, applying some lotion on his arms and legs before sitting him up and combing through his slightly damp hair.

"Wow, look at my pretty prince." I gush only to be blessed by his cheeks flushing pink as he looks away, grinning coyly to himself. "Look at me, prince Charming. You're so handsome. My precious boy." I  continue and his cheeks are now as red as a tomato.

"Stawp, mama. Acey shy." He mumbles and pushes a thumb in his mouth.

"Uh-huh, bear. I'll get your paci." I pull out his thumb and grab the pacifier with 'A' written on the back, pushing it between his waiting lips.

"Le's go! Wookie!" He lisps around his paci and I laugh, "Okay, okay. Let's go." I pick him up and carry us back down stairs, just then the oven beeps and he kicks his legs, too excited and ready to jump out of my arms.

"No jumpy in the kitchen, Acey." I warn and he shys away, I put him down on his feet, away from the oven, and fetch the mitten, getting the tray of freshly baked cookies out of it.

"Mmm!" He claps his hands, bouncing on his toes but not moving from his place like the good boy he is. "Wook gud, mommy!" He exclaims.

"They do, baby." I agree and take one of the cookies on Ace's Iron Man plate and put it on his highchair, then strap him in it. "Baby, do you need me to break it into pieces or you can handle it?" I ask, biting onto a piece myself. They actually came out really great.

"I tan, mama." He announces and grabs the piece, I rush to put a bib around his neck, can't bathe him twice on the same day.

"Good boy." I praise as he nibbles on the cookie, making happy sounds and kicking his legs every now and then.

Fishing out my phone, I quickly snap a couple pictures and put the phone away, smiling at his adorable face enjoying the cookie so much. He just makes me so happy.

Following our heartfelt breakfast, I clean up his face and lift him out of the high chair so he can go and play or draw. The whole living room is scattered with his stuff. Dad had sent tons of gifts yesterday, and now I have to situate another shelf in the corner of the living room to fit all those new stuff.

Tidying up the kitchen, I walk over to Ace and crouch next to him, he's busy drawing his favorite Iron Man, and coo at how talented he is.

"That's amazing, baby."

He only looks up at me and grins. A clear sign of his decreased headspace.

"Baby, can you be a good boy and stay in your playpen till mama takes a quick shower?" I ask, I hate to have to leave him alone but I have no option.

"Huwwy?"

"Of course. I'll be as fast as Flash. I promise."

He giggles. "Otay."

"Good boy." I lift him up and put him in the playpen, making sure all his art and drawing equipments are with him, so are his toys. "Don't try to sneak out." I warn, though I doubt he'd be able to sneak out since he's feeling extra little today.

Dropping a kiss to his head, I hurry up the stairs to shower and get ready for the day.

It takes about ten minutes for me to shower and dry myself then get in a crop top and comfy joggers, my hair up in a high bun. I get back to Ace and he's still drawing, lying on his tummy and swaying his feet. I smile.

"Hey, baby. Do you want some milky time?"

"Uh." He responses, not looking up at me, still busy doing his work.

I brew myself a mug of coffee and grab his sippy cup, filling it with water and place it next to him inside the playpen. Settling with my coffee, I turn the tv on and play a random movie, enjoying the quiet and peaceful moment.

Moment like this are one of my favorites, my Ace's such a good boy, barely bothers mama at all, and it gives us these calm and precious moments to cherish.

☃︎•••~~~•••☃︎

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