We Created It

A/N
Before I start this story, all I want to say is that this is a mothers day fan fiction of a book called 'expiration date' by Mikaela Bender. I know that it is not as great as the original book but I tried my best to think of something and write this fanfic. (BTW I suck at fanfics big time)
If you haven't read expiration date then I would recommend y'all not to read this because it may have spoilers and I might not be aware of them. Thank You.
Kisses,
-L♥
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Colton
The weak beams of sunlight were falling on my eyes. It was rather cloudy for a summer day today. I look at the digital clock resting on the bedside table and almost yelp out. It was 9 am; I was late for work. I suddenly shoot up from the bed to my feet and that's when realization slaps me on my face. It was Sunday today. I let my thews relax completely and sink down on the mattress on my back. I let the softness of the mattress engulf me into a gentle coziness.

I turn my head to my side and see the snoring face of my beautiful wife. She is so beautiful that I want to pull her close to be and kiss her hard, so that later on we both go breathless. But waking up Iris from her deep slumber would not be a good idea and I know that from some bad experience.

I gently stroke my cold fingers on her warm skin-careful not to wake her up- and smile to myself.

How did I get so lucky?

Suddenly I hear a soft bang from outside the room. I frown to myself.

No one should be awake by now

I sit up, making the bed groan loudly. I swear I will change this old thing by next month. But other things don't matter to me thsn waking Iris from her sleep. My eyes search for her face and finds her still softly snoring. As I told before, beautiful.

Slyly I walk of of the room and shifte all my concentration towards that noise. It was clearer now and was coming from the kitchen. When i enter the kitchen I find flour everywhere. It was on the shelves, the slabs, the sinks, everywhere. There were a few utensils scattered around on the slabs and floor. In the corner of the kitchen I spot a flash of red hair.

My daughter Jessica. She was hardly seven years old and looks a lot like her mother. I was happy that our daughter was gone more on Iris than me because Iris is the most amazing thing that had ever been created.

"What are you doing dear?" I ask Jessica with a smile playing on my lips.

Suddenly all of her attention diverts to me and her cheeks go red as the pajamas she was wearing.

"I-uh-well..." she stammered, "I was making something for momma." And then she started playing with her fingers, something she always does when she gets nervous.