Taylor and Travis stood in front of their mirror, each separate, and fixed themselves up. Taylor curled her hair while applying her signature red lipstick.
"You look pretty", Travis said, smiling over at her.
"Why, thank you. This is the first time I've dressed up since Ollie was born so it feels good to not be in sweats".
Travis chuckled. "I swear, that kid only wants to eat and sleep. Emmy is the crazy one around here".
Taylor hummed in agreement.
The baby monitor on Taylor's phone played the sound of 2-month-old Ollie's cries.
"You get it", Taylor mumbled, applying concealer.
Travis nodded. "Of course".
Once the whole family was ready, they loaded into the car, headed for the restaurant. They didn't bring security because the publicity for Taylor had gone down once she settled down and had kids, so the threats were much lower.
"Mommy, we get McDonalds", the newly 3-year begged from the backseat.
"Not now, honey. We're going to a fancy restaurant to eat dinner. That's why you're in your pretty dress".
"I in pretty dress", Emmy agreed, nodding her little head. Her light brown curls were in two pigtails with a white ribbon on each. She wore a flowy right-above-knee dress with a white base and the pattern had light pink roses spread apart.
"Yes you are, princess", Travis said, grinning at his daughter through the rear-view mirror.
"But Owwie no princess. He monster", Emmy said, referring to her baby brother who sat in his car seat beside her. Ollie looked around him with his hazel-green eyes, taking everything in since he was so new to the world. He had his blue paci in his mouth.
Travis laughed. "Baby girl, your brother isn't a monster. He's just a milk monster".
Taylor shook her head. "Emmy, don't call your brother a monster. That's not very nice".
"Daddy did", Emmy said, confused.
"Well Daddys being naughty, too", Taylor said.
Travis smirked over at her and placed his hand on her thigh.
Travis pulled into the parking lot and went to the backseat to unbuckle Emmy while Taylor unbuckled Ollie and put him in a baby carrier on her chest.
They walked in and a waitress led them to a private booth.
"Mommy, tan I get cake?" Emmy asked as she sat beside her dad, having trouble seeing over the table so Travis got her a booster seat.
"No, sweetie. We have to eat healthy food first then you can have cake", Taylor said, kissing the fuzzy top of her 2-month-old's head in the baby carrier.
"I no like healthy food", Emmy complained, sticking out her tongue.
"Me, neither. But we have to eat healthy food because Mommy's watching", Travis explained, getting a reaction out of Taylor.
"Daddy, we go eat cake together? No Mommy to say no", Emmy said, forming a longer sentence.
Travis laughed, ruffling her pigtails.
Taylor gave Travis a stern look. "Travis Michael, stop acting like a 3-year-old".
Travis gulped, immediately listening.
"Daddy, you in trouble", Emmy said, picking up the menu that was half the size of her upside down and pretending to look at food options.
"Ok, I'm sorry baby. You're right", Travis said. This wasn't the first time he had said that to his wife, that's for sure.
