Ana's POV
"Mom, mommy, wake up."
I opened my eye's to see my princess leaning over me, her hands on my cheeks.
"I'm awake."
"Mom, daddy will be here soon." She whispered.
I glanced at the clock, time had gotten away from me.
"Oh my gosh, you're right." I said, sitting up. "We had better go and pack."
She nodded, taking my hand and leading me upstairs. We went to her closet, and I let her pick what bag she was going to take.
"Now what clothes do you think you'll need?" I asked her.
She looked at me with her father's eyes and shrugged.
"Well what are you and daddy going to be doing?" I asked.
"I don't know mommy, he didn't say." She told me.
"Well that's okay." I told her, starting to pack. "We can just pack an outfit for every occasion."
She clapped her hands and smiled. "Yes."
I stood back, letting her decide what to pack. I watched her, god she was so much like Matt it was unbelievable, it still amazed me and it hurt, alot.
"Mommy what will you do while I'm gone?" She asked me, attempting to fold a shirt, sticking her tongue out in concentration, another trait inherited from her father.
"Aunt Sophie is coming over."
"What?" She said, dropping the shirt and putting her hands on her hips. "Are Gabriella and Addie coming?"
I smiled, shaking my head. "Nope, just Aunty Soph, the girls are staying home with Uncle Brian."
"Maybe daddy will take me to Uncle Brian's?"
"Maybe he will."
She seemed satisfied with my answer and went back to packing her clothes and I went to her closet, picking out some shoes.
"Mom." She said. "When is Aunty Sophie having her baby?"
"Hmmm not for a few months yet."
She groaned. "She's been pregnant with that baby forever."
"I think Aunty Sophie would agree with you there."
"I hope it's a boy." She continued. "Uncle Brian wants a boy, I heard him telling daddy."
I smiled. I bet Brian wanted a boy, living with three girls had to be tough on him even though he loved it.
"I'm done." She announced, shutting the bag.
"Good, now I'll take it downstairs while you finish getting ready." I told her, picking up the bag.
She nodded in agreement and I left her to do whatever it was six year olds did to get ready.
I took her bag downstairs, placing it near the door and sat on the bottom step, waiting for her to come down.
I hated when she went away, the house was so quiet and I missed her terribly, I would mark the days off the calendar until she came home again.
"I'm ready." She announced, walking down the stairs.
I looked at her and smiled. "You look beautiful."
"Do you think daddy will think so?"
"I know daddy will think so."
She smiled widely, sitting next to me. "You know mommy." She said, hugging me. "I don't have to go, I can stay here with you, I'm sure daddy wouldn't mind."
I wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "I'll be fine babygirl, besides I know you've missed daddy, so I don't mind when you go to his place."
"I do miss him mommy." She whispered. "Alot, and I know you miss him too."
I didn't answer her, I just hugged her tighter, biting my lip, this child of mine knew me too well.
We sat on the stairs until we heard the familiar sound of Matt's car turning into the drive.
We both stood up, Charlotte grabbed her bag and I opened the door for her.
"Daddyyyyyyy." She screamed, running over and jumping into the arms of Matt, who had barely gotten out if the car in time. "I missed you." She told him, covering his face in kisses.
"Are you ready?" He asked her, she nodded. "Are you going to say goodbye to mommy?"
She looked over at me smiling. "Bye mommy, I love you."
"I love you." I called back.
I watched as they got in the car, and reversed down the drive then I went back inside, leaning against the door.
How had we ended up here?
