Nothing More

Chapter Four:

"Happy Birthday, Soph!" I whispered lightly stroking her soft head as it lay on her pillow. My sweet child turns four years old today and I couldn't be more happy yet sad at the same time.

Her room surrounded by grey walls and a hint of pink décor. When I first moved in here with Sophia it was just the two of us and I don't plan on moving out anytime soon so when it came time to decorate I decided on a neutral color that could work for her as she grew up. Obviously as she has been growing things have changed a bit, her crib is now a twin sized bed and her baby sheets are now white and pink with little grey elephants on them. Her bed frames is a bright white that matches her closet door and current vanity. It's a simple room but has plenty of space for her to play in and has lots of storage for her toys. A few picture frames scattered along the room of her, her father and I.

Sophia rolls over in her sleep once again but I keep planting soft kisses along her forehead and cheeks to wake her up. I hunched over stroking her arms trying to get her to wake up once again.

She was born in the middle of July, which made the pregnancy a little more bearable since I didn't have to go through the whole summer in fits of sweat and tears from the feeling of being uncomfortable throughout the summer months.

" Thank you, mummy." She managed to spill out. She looked back at me with her tired look and big brown eyes barely opened. Her small frame slightly moving up and down from her inhales and exhales. She was a beauty. Slowly I moved down into the bed with her as I lay right next to her small frame, I push my thumb over her forehead moving a curled brown hair out from her face. Sophia was a perfect resemblance and mixture of Zayn and I. She had my nose, yet she posses Zayn's eyes along with his smile.

" You're finally four years old, Soph. Only one more year and you'll be a whole hand old." Fits of giggles escapes from her lips as she found my joke to be quite funny. Being a whole hand old is all she has been talking about these past few months leading up to her birthday, it has become an obsession. As a mother you want to see your child grow up and become something but also as a mother you want them to slow down and you expect them to stay small forever. Watching Sophia grow up has been one of the best joys in my life since she's come into it. From her first proper smile, to her first word, her first few steps, her first real food and so on.

" I made breakfast for you, your favorite. I have some presents for you too and then we have your party later."

I carried her down the steps as she yawned in my arms. Her body limp in my arms, all her weight in on me and she's not holding herself up at all. Her soft brown curls tickling my nose making me subconsciously sneeze. Her hair smells good, a mix of her tropical scented shampoo and vanilla conditioner, they were the perfect mix together. Her head placed in the crook of my neck and with every blink and sudden movement of her head her eyelashes would brush against my neck sending a shock wave through my body.

Slowly and carefully I moved the both of us in the kitchen of my apartment. It's an open kitchen with no wall barriers between the living room, I liked it better this way. With tile flooring and marble countertops it was everything I ever wanted in a kitchen. Stainless steel refrigerator, oven and microwave all matching. It always held the scent of sugar cookies, my secret to that is my candle burner I have hidden in the corner. It isn't distracting yet it does a damn good job, for all anyone else knows I could be baking every day.

My feet pressed against the cold tile gave me a certain feel of alertness. Sophia jolted up when she saw the breakfast I made for her along with the presents carefully placed on the table next to her breakfast.

I made her favorite. She loved chocolate chip pancakes with sausage and fresh squeezed orange juice with a small bowl of strawberries. She could never finish everything but she always had a bite out of everything. It brought me a certain type of join seeing my daughter with such glee on her birthday. Sophia seemed so appreciative of what I made her. Children in general don't need that much to please them, I believe it's the thought that counts.