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"Mommy, can we go see daddy?" Annabelle bugged me for the tenth time today.

"Baby Belle, daddy is sleeping. He didn't get any sleep at all last night." I laughed remembering what we were up doing.

We were celebrating because we were pregnant again. Our second child was on the way after two years of little Annabelle.

"I want to see daddy. He give me hugs and kissy," Belle pouted as she sat on my lap.

I sighed playfully, "Okay, Belle. Let's go." I picked Belle up like a newborn and carried her upstairs to Jack and I's bedroom.

"Alright." I set Belle down. I watched as she ran her way, giggling, to the bed. She struggled to get up on the bed, but she did fine.

"Daddy," she whispered and laid a hand on his bare back. Of course, Jack was sleeping shirtless, on his stomach. "Daddy," Belle whispered again.

Jack groaned and rolled over onto his back. Belle crawled onto his stomach and laid down on his chest, pretending to be asleep like him.

Jack opened one eye and rubbed it, as the other. He saw Belle on his chest and smiled.

"BABYGIRL!" he shouted and grabbed her sides, tickling her.

Laughter erupted from Belle's little throat and she started to struggle with getting away from Jack.

I walked the rest of the way in the room and sat on the bed with my two loves. Jack smothered Belle with kisses and he hugged her.

"Now, why did you, missy, wake daddy up?" Jack asked her.

"I looooove you." Belle hugged Jack once more.

"I love you too, little baby. Do you want some nom nom?" he asked.

"UH-HUH!" Belle got excited.

"You just ate you little booger!!!" I laughed and grabbed Belle, kissing her tummy.

"Mommy!" she screamed and laughed.

Jack wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my head as I leaned into him.

"I love you Mrs. Gilinsky." Jack looked down at me as I looked up at him.

"I love you Mr. Gilinsky." I placed a kiss on his lips and waited for Belle's reaction.

"WE ALL LOVE BELLE!" Belle shouted and jumped on Jack and I.

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