raising madison ava

three

| sammy | (one week later)

I woke up to an annoying ass crying sound.

I kinda have mixed feelings about Madison.

I love her, but at the same time I hate her from crying over everything and making me not party and fuck girls all the time.

I get up and walk over to her room, picking her up and bouncing her lightly. Patting her back gently to calm her down.

I set her down on the changing table I had bought a few days ago and starting changing her diaper, her crying finally coming to an end.

I picked her back up, put her pink binky in her mouth and went to go put her back in her crib, but she began whining, on the verge of crying.

I brought her back up to my chest and she stopped whining.

I went to go put her in her crib and once again, she began whining.

I brought her up to my chest with a chuckle, tickled her tummy with my pointer finger and said, "Do you wanna sleep with daddy tonight?"

She just showed her toothless smile with her binky in her mouth and giggled a bit.

"Come on." I sighed playfully and walked into my room.

"Now, you have to promise me you're not going to cry for the rest of the night. Can you do that?" I asked smiling down at her while laying her on the bed with me.

She giggled again and I said, "Good. Sweet dreams princess."

I kissed her forehead and we went back to sleep.

| morning |

I was awake a little after 6, getting up quietly being sure not to wake the baby.

I headed to the kitchen and started preparing her bottle.

Setting the timer in the microwave, as if on cue, I heard Madison's cries coming from my room.

I walked swiftly to my room, picking up Madison before her cries wake up Skate and bring her to the kitchen just in time to hear the microwave beep, signaling her bottle is ready.

I set it on the counter to cool off and Madison in her little play pen while I go start some breakfast for Skate and I.

Look at me.

Just last week I was this crazy 19 year old who was smoking, drinking and fucking. Now I'm Mr. Daddy Daycare.

After a few minutes of letting her bottle cool, I pick Madison back up from the play pen and begin to feed her.

She's perfect.

I don't know who her mother is and I'll try to find that out later, that way I can tell her when she's older, but I do know that we made the most perfect little princess together.

How could this woman not want to keep her? I mean look at how cute she is.

I'll find out more about Madison's mom later, right now my main goal is becoming a stable, good father.

And that all starts by getting a job..