Ariana's ex-boyfriend is moving back to Arizona, leaving her and their daughter alone in California. Ariana doesn't know what to do since her family is back in Florida. She's raising her daughter by herself, until she meets Justin. He comes into her...
"Today was extremely fun, Ariana. Thanks for bringing me with you guys." Tara says.
"No problem. We can go anytime. That we're not at work, of course." I hug Tara and watch her walk to her car before closing my door and locking it.
Lilia was asleep, and she had been for about an hour now. She fell asleep just before we left Disneyland, and when we came home, Alex stayed for a little before actually leaving, and obviously, Tara just left.
I was planning on taking a nap too, since today had been such a long day, but I couldn't since Lilia decided she was going to wake up and cry.
I walk into Lilia's room and pick her up before returning to the living room. I have no intention of trying to put her back to sleep, but if she wants to, she can do it herself.
I turn on Mickey Mouse to distract her, but apparently she's had enough of that today, because she pays zero attention to it. I try Paw Patrol, Spongebob and Dora, with no luck.
My baby just wants to cuddle. I lay her on my chest and rub her back until she falls back asleep.
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It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep with her.
3:48 pm
An hour of sleep is the best I'm gonna get, seeing as my daughter thinks it's hilarious to keep bouncing on my stomach.
"Baby, calm chill please. Couldn't you see mommy was trying to sleep?"
Lilia climbs off of me to the other end of the couch and I sigh.
The living room is a complete mess with Lilia's presents scattered all across the floor. She already opened everything, and the only present left under the tree is Justin's. I'm extremely excited for him to open it since it's something he told me he wanted for a long time.
I watch Lilia crawl around the living room, attempting to pick up all of her toys, then dropping them and trying again. I love how babies never give up. If they did, they would never learn to do anything. Like walking. Of course, they fall a lot, but they just get back up and try again. The world could take a lesson from babies.
I pick up my phone and open Instagram, but that's about as far as I get because there's a knock on the door.
I get up to open it, only to discover that it's Tara.
