its a wonderful life [camren]

two

"Come on Mommy," Emmi pulled on Lauren's red pajama pants. "Emmi's hungry."

"Well, lets get a move on then, I don't want my girls hungry," Lauren took both of their little hands in her own and headed downstairs. As they made their way to the first floor, Lauren was somewhat confused when she saw two huge Christmas trees, one in the foyer and one in a formal living room, both only decorated with white and silver ornaments.

"Come on Mommy," Anahí looked up to her mother. "Can I get the eggs?"

"As long as you're careful," Lauren smiled sweetly at her little girl as both of her girls dragged her into the kitchen; she would have to figure out the tree business later. Nice kitchen, Lauren thought as she looked around the very big room; she loved the stainless steel appliances, the white cabinets, long island and the cozy breakfast nook. Clearly she must have had a say so in the design, it just screamed Lauren.

"Ok girls, lets get started." Lauren bit her lip, she had no idea where anything was, hopefully the girls would be a big help. Surely they would be confused by their mother if she didn't know where anything was; so an excuse was definitely in order. "Emmi, Anahí, because of my big tummy, I need you two to help Mommy out, be my big helpers."

"Ok Mommy, we'll help you," Anahí smiled. "I'm a really good helper."

"I know you are," Lauren ran a hand through her daughter's beautiful brown hair just like her mother used to do to her. "Let's get all of our ingredients first, ok?"

"Ok," Anahí responded and Lauren watched her open a door next to the refrigerator and head into a very large pantry. Great, they had a pantry. Lauren followed Anahí inside. "Here's the mix Mommy," Anahí handed her a box.

"Thanks baby," Lauren responded, grateful that Anahí seemed to know her way around the kitchen. She wasn't kidding when she said she was really good helper. When she was her age, she couldn't do anything by herself.

"I'll get the eggs," Anahí volunteered as they headed out of the pantry.

"Mommy me get a bowl," Emmi exclaimed, again tugging on Lauren's pants.

"That would be great!" Lauren exclaimed as Emmi toddled over to a low cabinet.

After everything was gathered up, the girls were such a big help; besides the actual cooking Lauren barely had to lift a finger except to get milk and plates since they were so high up. Anahí seemed to know where everything in the kitchen was. Anahí, also, helped through out the whole process, Emmi only wanted to stir, which Lauren had to admit that she did a fantastic job at. Clearly they had done this before and thought maybe Lauren happy; her daughters seemed to be as smitten with her as she was with them.

"Mmm smells good in here," Camila smiled as she walked into the kitchen, fresh from her shower, and clad in a white wool sweater, tight skinny jeans that accentuated her Cuban booty and a pair of knee high boots. She looked good; Lauren couldn't help but smile from her seat at the table.

"Mama we make pancakes!" Emmi said before she took a bite, her face was already covered in syrup.

"I can see that nugget," Camila giggled. "Are they yummy?" Camila walked closer to her youngest who nodded. "Good," she snatched a little piece off her plate and devoured it.

"Mama!" Emmi screamed. "My pancakes! Give back now!"

"It was only a little piece Em," Camila replied as she sat down in between the two girls, Lauren was on the opposite side of her.

"Nooo!" Emmi cried banging her fork on her little plastic princess plate. "My pancakes, bad Mama!"

"Emelina," Lauren said sternly. "You better change that little attitude if you want to go tree shopping."