After Esmaè spit up on my jeans and somehow my shirt too, I'm not sure how it got everywhere, I went upstairs to change. After changing and cleaning her up first. Laying our daughter on our bed next to a sleeping Ali, I begin to get changed discarding my dirty spit up clothes in our hamper along with my Stitch boxes. Ok, so I love Disney but who doesn't. Walking naked into our walk in closet, feeling the breeze hit my nude frame, I quickly grab a pair of Khaki sweatpants deciding to forget the boxers and slip them on along with a maroon tshirt finishing by putting my hair in a messy bun so Es can't pull at it with her little hands. That should do it.Quickly walking back into the bedroom I see Esmaè in the same place I left her quietly babbling away to herself and trying to eat her right hand. I kiss her cheek whilst picking her up looking down at my stunning soon to be wife who's currently dead to the world somewhere in the world of sleep.
"Ok baby girl, let's leave your gorgeous mama to sleep, come on" I kiss my daughters cheek one last time and start out of the room and downstairs to the living room.
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"Ka-Chow!"
I look down at Esmaè sat on my lap, she's engrossed in the Cars movie I put on the big flat screen with her giraffe toy I gave her before I started the movie, putting its ear in her mouth. I keep having to move it away. Ali said she's probably just being inquisitive like she does when she puts her fingers in her mouth.
I'm just glad she's not quite old enough to teeth yet, I'm not looking forward to when she is so far she's been the perfect baby, sleeps through the night, barely crys but that'll all change during the teething stage, or so the nurse and countless baby books informed me.
"Cars babe, really? She's only 4 months old" Ali says with a yawn from behind the couch rubbing her hands along my shoulders I turn slightly.
"Got to start her young Als, she'll be a champion like her mommy in no time" I lift Esmaè up and turn her to face us placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Nononono she's not stepping foot on any race track, in any car or on any motorcycle, it's to dangerous she can go play sports instead. Tennis is a nice and safe sport" I can't help but laugh as she glares at me. She's a cutie.
"Darling she could still break a bone playing tennis you know, and where's the thrill in that? " Alison moves to take a seat next to me "What sounds better 'I broke my arm playing tennis' or 'I broke my arm riding a motorcycle' hm?" I raised my brow and she smiled shaking her head.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to end up with two dare devils under the same roof who, I'll constantly panic over" Our daughter stares at her mother whilst playing with her hands by her mouth, standing on my lap the giffafe toy long forgotten in Ali's lap now and she holds it.
"Because you're a Fields arent you?" I coo making a face at our daughter "We love the thrill of speed it's in our dna" I lift Esmaè up so her little tummy is by my lips and blow a raspberry on it over her yellow duck onesie earning me a small baby smile.
I look over to Ali who's smiling widely at Esmaè. I loved how in love she was with our beautiful daughter as she made a face which caused Esmaè to smile again I turned the baby back around to face the tv again and looked over at Alison.
"Are those mine?" I ask looking at the blue sweatpants shes wearing.
"Yep" she pops the p at the end.
"I love seeing you in my clothes, you look so hot right now" I whisper, then bit my lip slightly. Ali's hair was down and curled and she didn't have a single bit of make up on I love when she does that. I lean in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.
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A Love from racing
FanficEmily Fields is a successful MotoGP rider for team Yamaha. Whilst with the team Emily met her grid girl Alison Dilaurentis one season, the two quickly became close. A few years later the pair are together and expecting. This is their life and journe...