Meant to be

party

cyn: *turning over cause she wasnt feeling erica arms around her anymore* baby where you going?

erica: shh, go back to sleep babe,im just going to get our daughter

cyn: ok*turning over and covering her body with a blanket*

Erica walked to the bathroom and emptied her bladder and washed her hands before brushing her teeth. She walked out her room and into the Disney Princess Theme bedroom of her daughter. Erica say Jaila laying with half her body falling over the bed. Erica picked her up and heard her whining.

jaila: mommy*yawning*

erica: happy birthday my joy*kissing her face all over,  smiling at her cute giggles*

jaila: mommy, stop*blocking erica mouth with her tiny hands*

erica: ok i stop*laying her on her shoulder*

jaila: i sleepy mommy

erica: come lay with me and mama *walking out her bedroom and into cyn and her master suite*

jaila: down mommy*laying down in front of cyn who instantly wrapped her arms around her daughter inhaling her baby scent* love you mama*kissing cyn neck*

cyn: aww love you too my cuddly bear

erica: so no love for me

cyn: yes my queen, lots of love for mommy right jai

jaila: yes mama. lots of love  for mommy*turning around so Erica could come hug her*

erica: thanks for the love my babies

cyn: happy 2nd birthday princess*kissing her forehead

jaila: thank you mama*snuggling deeper into cyn body and closing her eyes* tee tee mama

cyn: thats the last time ok, your two today

jaila: i know, *holding cyn boobs and sucking on the nipple,closing her eyes while cyn rubbed her back*

cyn: my spoil baby*kissing her forehead*

erica: ready for another one?

cyn: ya as much as shes a brat, shes still my sweet girl. i just want a calm baby this trip around, cause shes a handful.

erica: you was very stubborn like her so what you expect

cyn: no i wasnt

erica: cyn, i had to come get you every morning so we wouldnt be late for school. Brush your hair everynight cause you insisted that it would make your hair softer to comb in the morning. Carry you down the steps cause you was a brat

cyn: i never made you do those stuff, you did it on your own

erica: lies, you would pout and fake cry until you got your way. You still do it

cyn: not my fault your whipped*removing her breast from a now sleeping jaila mouth*

erica: im  surprised her pull ups still dry. My little baby growing up. Im not whipped

cyn: yes you are

erica: no im not *standing up and picking cyn up walking out the room*

cyn: *whisper yelling* erica where the hell are you taking me

erica: somewhere*walking into the guest bedroom and locking the door*

cyn; erica this isnt funny let me out

erica: why, make me, since im so whipped make me

cyn: no erica, im way to pregnant for this shit