Baby Bieber

Chapter One

Nicole's POV

I was sprawled across my bed, probably snoring away, when I felt a small tap on my nose. " Mom." The small voice whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut, stretching slightly. I opened my eyes to see a pair of wide chocolate eyes staring at me. " Morning ." I said, yawning. " Good Morning!" She said, her voice full of enthusiasm for no particular reason. Delilah Elsie is three years old, and she is the best thing that's ever happened to me, really. " Mom, what are you doing?" She asked loudly, tiling her head which made her brown hair swish behind her back. " Just thinking, pumpkin. I'm gonna go get started in making you some breakfast, you could go pick out your clothes. It's a bit chilly outside, so don't get any shorts, okay?" I instructed. " Yes Ma'am!" She said loudly, saluting me and then bursting in a fit of giggles. " Go on now, sergeant!" I saluted back, smiling at her.

I made my bed and started going to the kitchen, She has to go to preschool at 11:00. It's about nine right now, so we have less than two hours. I started making a scrambled egg, and put some waffles in the toaster oven. Meanwhile, I sweeped the floor. I heard a beep, indicating the waffles were done. I unplugged the toaster oven, and slid the cooked egg on a plate. You gotta learn how to multitask of your gonna be a mom.

" Mom! There's a spider in my room." Delilah said, eyes filled with excitement. I grabbed a shoe and ran to her room. "Where?!?" I said, looking around. " Don't kill Jim!" She screeched, diving next to me and picking up the spider. " Del, hon, we have to put that spider outside." I explained. " But he doesn't even bite." She said, cooing at the daddy longlegs. She pet him gently making him squirm, which made her laugh. " How about you put him outside, and when you get back from school we can try and find him, hm?" I asked. " Alright." She sighed dramatically. We took 'Jim' outside, and then we went to wash our hands. " Thanks for listening." I said, kissing her cheek. "The things I do for love!" She said, throwing her hands up. I chuckled, setting her on the floor.

She went to the table, small feet pounding against the shiny wood floor. " Here ya go, milady." I said, placing her food in front of her. " Why thank you, kind pedestrian!" She cheered. She knows a lot of words for a three year old. I sat down next to her, drinking my flax seed fruit smoothie. It was my breakfast, basically. After chatting and stuff, we were done eating. I washed the dishes, and went to help Delilah change. Turns out she chose a cute yellow shirt with flowers around the collar. Also, a brown knit sweater with colorful buttons running down the middle. For pants they were some stretchy pants that were in the color of dark washed jeans. I picked her shoes, a pair of black boots. I put her clothes on, and took her to brush her hair in the bathroom.

She has brown wavy hair that curls slightly, and it goes down her back, she doesn't want to cut it. But that means more brushing. I sat her down and rubbed some dry conditioner in her hair. I took the red hairbrush and combed it through her hair, loud whines coming out when the brush came in contact with a tangle. "Maybe we should just chop you hair off, it'd be a lost easier." I mumbled, twisting her hair in a tight ponytail. "I'm gonna go make your lunch, okay?" I asked. " Okay. I am going to go find my paw patrol backpwack." She told me, Then stomped to her room, humming the red song she learned in school. I went in the kitchen and started making her lunch, a small sandwich with the crusts chopped off, a small portion of macaroni salad, a bundle of grapes, and a mini water bottle and a Elmo juice box. She usually eats the grapes and juice for snack, and the rest for lunchtime. I also put a chocolate chip cookie in that we made the other day, I try to stay away from all the processed sweets for Delilah. I'm not a 'mean' mom who won't allow a mini Baggie of cheese Cheetos here and there because those were my childhood food. But I bake the sweets that go in her lunchbox, because the pediatrician said that processed sweets are a big no no. "Mommy, I got my backpwack." I heard Delilah say as the kitchen door flew open. "Okay, Thanks for listening mama." I said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. I bended over and connected the lunch box to the backpack, and adjusted the buttons on her brown sweater. I took her in the living room and set her on the couch. " Mommy is gonna go change, wait here okay?" I said, and she nodded sharply.