Our ginger baby

Chapter 18

Betty's pov:

With Ronnie we have been noticing Cheryl has been regressing to an even younger state of mind, almost a newborn in some cases.

She's often a bubbly toddler, around 1-3 years old, running around, playing pretend with toys, being very talkative and anything you would imagine a toddler would do.

But it has come to our attention that she's slowly talking a bit less, even struggling to communicate what she wants, which leads her to get frustrated as we don't understand what she wants.

Also she's been playing less with more big kids toys, such as dolls and toy cars, she's more into interactive baby toys, sounds and bright colors catch her attention a lot more than a Barbie doll does.

We aren't complaining, we love having such a tiny baby in our care, but it's challenging sometimes.

I hear a subtle cry coming from upstairs, i know cher woke up from her nap and wants to be in either mines or Vs arms, but it's my turn to go get her while Ronnie cooks dinner.

"I got you Cher, you're in Mamas arms" I say once she's in my arms, i rock her softly trying to get her to calm down so we can have a peaceful night.

I notice she's pulling onto my clothes, where my chest and breasts are, she grips onto everything recently, but she's pulling extra hard today.

"Princess, mama can't breastfeed you just yet, but i promise eventually" I explain taking her hand from my breast and holding it.

Cher only keeps whining and sobbing, rocking her seems useless, she refuses her pacifier and only her bunny seems to bring her some comfort.

I walks downstairs holding her after i manage to chill her down a bit, just enough to have a peaceful dinner.

" I heard a crying baby from down here, was that you Cheryl?" Ronnie asks Cher, her face instantly blushes and hides on my shoulder holding her bunny.

"Oh sweetheart you don't need to be embarrassed, it's okey to cry" Ronnie rubs Chers back in order to not make her cry again.

Cher hardly looks up, we notice she mumbles something, as we try to make up what she wants we make full silence to hear it correctly

"mmm baba" Cher mumbles nomming on her thumb despite her knowing it's not okey to nom her thumb, she's asking for her bottle which she calls baba.

"Yes miss cheryl, one baba comming right up" Ronnie says grabbing a bottle from the bottle heater, she's always prepared for everything and i love that from her.

We sat at the table to enjoy our dinner...or well, try and enjoy it.

I'm holding Cher on my lap since she refuses to be strapped in in her High chair, i'm feeding her while trying to balance my fork to eat my dinner.

Dinner is exhausting, but luckily Cheryl fell asleep in my arms, now it comes the dangerous part...

Laying her in her crib.

It's as stressful as deactivating a bomb if you ask me.

Walking slowly into her nursery, i ask Ronnie to set up her night light and make sure the baby monitor is working as it should, meanwhile i prepare the crib so i can lay her down.

Moving the blankets and stuffies outside, i slowly begin to try ungrip her fists from my clothes, laying her gently.

After covering her up with her favorite blanket and tucking her bunny into her arms me and ronnie we admire her with aww.

We are so glad this baby came into our lives, we are the proudest moms, and also the most tired of all.