I put that their baby was born in September instead of June in the last chapter, but I went back and fixed that already.
June 12th
"Baby?" I hear Chres ask from the bed.
"I'm over here." I tell him.
I hear him get up, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. "What's wrong?"
"I was just watching him sleep." I shrug.
"Baby, you have to sleep while he is." Chres pecks my neck.
"I know." I sigh, but don't move to go lay down.
"Baby." He chuckles.
"What?" I smile.
"It's two in the morning. His doctor appointment is at twelve."
"Fine." I give in, turning to go lay down.
Melo was still sleeping in the crib in our room. He's only a week old, so it doesn't matter.
Chres walks back to the bed with me, letting me lay down first.
"Babe, you're twenty-six." I laugh, seeing him pout.
"Don't remind me." He frowns. "You're only nineteen."
"I'll be twenty soon." I remind him.
"And then soon after that, I'll be twenty-seven." He wraps his arms around my waist.
"Its okay. I love you." I smile.
"Gimme kiss."
I peck his lips a few times.
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"Alright, you have a good day." The doctor smiles.
"You too." I smile, waiting for Chres. I hold Bella and he carries Melo's car seat.
He holds my free hand with his, leading the way to the car.
"Baby, can we go to McDonald's?" I ask.
"No." He answers.
"Burger King?"
"Nope."
"Wendy's?"
"Nada." He shakes his head.
"Arby's?"
"No."
"...That's the only fast food places I know around here." I pout.
"Glad you get the message. I'll cook when we get home though." He promises.
I buckle Bella up and he hooks the car seat in.
Then we get in and he drives us home.
"Bella, tell daddy we want food." I sigh.
"Dada we go eat eat." She says.
"Dada is making food when we get home." He answers.
"Cheese?" She asks.
"If you want cheese." He nods.
Bella loves cheese. Cheesy hotdogs, grilled cheese, shreaded cheese, string cheese, chilly cheese fries, babybel cheese, cheesy potato soup, broccoli and cheese. If it has cheese, she'll eat it.
"I wove cheese." She smiles.
"More than mommy and daddy?" I ask.
"No." She smiles. "Wove mommy and daddy most."
"Aww, and we love Bella and Enzo most." I smile.
"Mama, we play princess?" Bella asks.
"Sure." I nod. "We can play princesses while daddy makes lunch."
