johnny
i stood half asleep over the burning stove. having to hear a crying two year old whine every night, took my rest and my girl away. same with my four year old, except last night when we told her to go to sleep she listened.
bacon grease popped making me back up from the burner and my eyes widen. the pan sizzling the slabs of meat. waffles in the maker next to me, that was plugged into the wall. slowly baking the mix inside, on the marble counter. along with the pot oat meal that cooked on the small burner behind the bacon, as well as the eggs that were already scrambled and sat on the left burner even with the bacon. leaving the fourth burner open.
i felt a pair of arm grab at my waist. my attention leaving the stove, and turning to see my gorgeous girl. holding my baby jace, on her side. delilah waiting for the company of food and us at the granite kitchen table.
"tay good morning dada." y/n baby talked to the small boy that clung to her side and under her arm. green eyes lighter than me and delilah's, having darker hair than all of us. y/n's hair, light brown. delilah and i's a dark dirty blond, almost brown.
taking the tiny freckles after his mom.
"mworning dwadwa." his small arms reached out for me and i so happily took him. my girl, taking the cooking away from me, beginning to make the plates. i my back against the counter, watching as delilah played with her ipad at the table. being her preoccupied self.
"morning buddy." i placed a small kiss on the center of his forehead. his lips wrapped around the straw that went to his sippy cup full of milk.
"how'd you sleep babe?" looking at her figure and how she was standing, back at arched slightly. slim fit stomach, even after having two kids. makes me think back to the things we did those nights to have our beautiful kids.
i placed my hand on the small of her back, sitting jace on the island to drink his milk.
she tore apart waffles for both of the kids, being that one couldn't chew foods that big yet and the other just thinks that she can't.
"pretty good ange-"
"mommy huwwy i'm hungwy!" delilah threw her chubby arms up, primping her mouth in a small pout.
"i'm trying baby, i'll be there in a second." seeing as i wasn't going to be able to talk to y/n liked i wanted to. i decided to put jace in his high chair, and wait at the table with the kids for the food.
i watched in a daze, as i watched the goddess, that is my girlfriend in the kitchen. her hips swaying ever so slightly as she turned the stove off, reaching into the top cupboard to get two more plates. for me and her.
every movement of her feet padded gracefully against the wooden floor, making her way to the table with all of our plates. some how managing to carry all four.
placing jaces small plate on his white tray that connected to his chair. giving delilah's to her and she threw it onto the table. she handed me my plate and sat down in her cushioned chair next to me.
"delilah you rushed mommy, now you need to get off of your ipad and eat." i felt bad anytime i had to fuss at her. the little dimples on her cheeks fading away.
"mwommy dwaddy tis being mean." she turned the ipad off and gave it to y/n. probably because i just got some top for the first time in weeks last night. jace fed himself, picking the crumbles of bacon up and sipping milk after every bite.
"he's not being mean baby, he's you just looking out for you." the way her body language aimed toward me, i went numb all over. the oddest feelings that women can feel.
"it's good baby. you didn't have to wake up so early to cook, but thank you." her dainty fingers caressed the top of my hands, rubbing my thumb with hers. smiling over to me. the most amazing thing i could see right now.
"yeah dwad!" jace rocked in his high chair, small feet kicking back and front. food spilling onto the bib that read 'mommas boy' on it. that he was. i laughed loudly at him, and his flabby cheeks.
"you alright dede?" i asked from across the table, looking at her on the other end.
"is fwine." she picked over her food,something she usually didn't do.
"if it's because of what daddy said, he's sorry." guilt taking over my body.
"no."
"if you don't tell daddy, i'm going to come over there and tickle you." my hand coming up from my plate as they made tickling motions. smile appearing on her red cracked lips.
"otay dwaddy, i'm swad betause last nwight is went to youwr dwoor and all is heawrd was mommy cwalling fwor you bwut you dwidnt answer her." taking it all in one gasp, she took a long sip from her cup of orange juice.
i was trying to piece together all of what she'd said. y/n stomped her foot onto mine underneath the able, with a concerned yet panicked look on her face.
genius. our daughter was a fucking smart ass. she'd been listening half way through the night, while we were fucking. y/n screamed daddy so loud that i guess the whole neighborhood could hear. it wasn't that loud, or was it?
i just wasn't expecting that.
"uh.. um mommy was just having a nightmare why were you out of bed in the first place?" i turned it around back to her.
"sumffin was unwder my bwed." i sighed in full relief for a second until she spoke again.
"its otay dwaddy i know da rweal rweason why mwommy was cawlling you dwaddy."
to old before her time.
daddy feels like a violation when my daughter says it now, because i have a feelings that she does really know what i means. i can't ask.
stoopid. and yeah i shoo did change ma user biatchhg. lmao okay enough. you all have beautiful souls. love u.🖤
