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Taylor's pov

" Millie moo, come to mommy " I call out to my 18 month old daughter whose little feet pad down the hall into our kitchen, a soft trail of giggles following behind her and I can't help but let a huge grin knot my cheeks. She throws herself at my legs, her arms reaching up to me, her way of saying she indefinitely wanted to be picked up.

" mama " she sounded, as I lifted her into my arms, her onesie clad feet looping around my waist with her little head resting on my shoulder, a chubby hand planted on my cheeks.

" hi my baby " I kiss her cheek, running my fingers through her little blonde ringlets. Her hair wasn't as unruly as mine was at her age, it was mostly straight at the top. But where it has been growing longer, the ends were starting to form small, little curls.

With Millie now being over a year old, I definitely had found my feet with parenting - for the most part anyway. She was the sweetest little baby and I couldn't get my head round how Travis and I had made her and how she was actually ours to keep. She was perfect in everywhere, and I was aware a lot of parents said that, but I truly meant it and everyone who met her had told me the same thing. As soon as we found out we were having a girl, everyone immediately assumed that she would be a complete daddy's girl, wrapped around Travis' little finger and whilst she very much was, I had to admit, she was a total mommy's girl, especially recently. She'd been going through a total clingy phase with me ever since her first birthday refusing to separate from my arms, which had been slightly exhausting. It had formed even more of a challenge now that I had started working more, which I thought would be easier now she was 1 and wasn't a newborn but it actually had just been harder. At first, I'd thought it was because I was still breastfeeding, but I'd nipped that in the bud when she was 13 months old so now it truly was a form of separation anxiety.

" shall we get you ready for your day with grandma huh? You're going to have such a fun day, and mommy will see you later after some work and we'll head to daddy's first game of the season " I spoke softly to her as I climbed up the stairs, into her bedroom. I was extremely nervous to leave her today, I trusted Donna so much and Millie loved her, but not as much as she loved being with her mommy, and I had a feeling it was going to pose a bit of a threat. " here, can mommy have your paci, we don't need it now it's daytime do we? " I pulled the paci from her lips. It was something that came with the separation anxiety, she would not give it up and we had tried and figured maybe it was a bit too soon, opting to give it another go in a month or so. I knew it was bad for her teeth but right now, we are taking each thing step by step and that one wasn't the priority.

" dada gone? " she babbled. Her speech wasn't amazing, but she was getting there and was right above average with her age according to her paediatrician. We spoke to her as much as we could and any time we did we never did it in a baby voice, always as if she was just another adult and I think that helped her develop.

" daddy is working yeah, but we will see him later. We're going to the stadium, do you remember it, with the big lights and lots of seats? " we'd been to Arrowhead back last week on family day at the end of training camp and Travis had great pride showing Millie every aspect of the stadium, explaining it to her now she understood a bit better. She'd been going to games since she was 4 months old, but she really only now had been expressing excitement in them, not a huge amount, but enough to send Travis into crazy sport dad mode. I had to remind him that she was still technically a baby and she didn't understand the strategies of a good play.