Baby Bieber

Chapter Five

Nicole POV
"I'm sorry I left so suddenly, it's just that my daughter was in the hospital and I was so scared." I explained to my manager as I sliced honeydew melon in chunks. "I have kids of my own, I understand! Next time, just inform us quickly and you can leave." The manager said through the phone.

"Thank you so much, I'll see you on Tuesday!" I said, and hung up. It was around 10:00, we slept in today. I was making a simple breakfast; Eggs, small fruit salad, toast with blueberry jam, and milk. I popped two slices of whole wheat bread in the toaster and cut some banana wheels, grapes, and apples. I put the mixed fruit in the bowl and set it on the table. I scrambled the eggs for Delilah, and boiled one for me. I went to check on Delilah while my egg was boiling. I peeked in her room, she was messily coloring in her Frozen coloring book, humming a song. I quietly left back to the kitchen, she was playing so peacefully and I didn't want to ruin that. My egg was done, so I put it on a plate. I set my plate down next to Delilahs and went up to get her.
"Delilah, baby, breakfast is ready." I said, but she didn't answer.

I looked up and saw her head pressed against her princess play table. Her hair was dispersed, strands stuck to her damp forehead. Delilahs' lips were in a pouty shape, making me chuckle quietly. I went to get my phone to take a picture. I went back to her room and snapped a couple photos, smiling to myself. I set my phone down, and picked up Delilah. I carried her to her bed. I put a light sheet over her small body. I turned on the mini fan by her bedside, and kissed her damp forehead. I ran my thumb across her cheek, smiling at my daughter. I went back to the kitchen and slid my Delilahs breakfast in s container and put it in the fridge. I chewed on a piece of toast, and ate my breakfast in silence. I missed the pitter patter of little feet, predominant giggles, and witty comebacks already.

I decided to go shower and change into some comfier clothes than my sweaty pajamas. I walked to the bathroom and switched on the light, and stripped off my clothes. I turned on the water and hopped in the shower. The hot water felt amazing against my tight muscles. I let my hair get moist, and then I started to wash myself. I squirted a dollop of waterlily bliss shampoo, and scrubbed it in my hair. I massaged the shampoo on my scalp gently with my fingers, and washed the shampoo out. Then I lathered some Percy and Reed radiant conditioner in my hair, it smelled really good. I lathered some Strawberries and Champagne body wash on a loofa and scrubbed gently on my bare skin. Once I washed it off, I turned off the water and squeezed my hair, making water droplets fly in the bathtub. I stepped out on the shower rug and wrapped a brown bath towel around my bare body. I shut off the light and went to my room to change. I decided to wear something comfortable, it was a stay at home day after all. I pulled on a pair of underwear and a sports bra, and put on a pair of loose black sweats. I dried my arms and loosely yanked on a black tank top. I rubbed body lotion on my legs and arms, Aveeno lotion.
I got my fluffy blanket from my closet, and brewed a cup of coffee. I added two tablespoons of cream and a touch of sugar.

I shuffled to the living room with my comforting things, and curled up on the couch. I turned on the tv and changed the channel to a Latin soap opera. I sipped my coffee and paid attention to the show. "Why'd you sleep with him!? You're only sixteen, and now you're pregnant..." I started to yell at the tv, but then realization hit me. I was yelling at a younger version of myself. I was shaming this character for being pregnant and sixteen, when I was the same a few years ago. I remember how it felt. Soft kisses and sweet whispers lured me into having sexual intercourse with Justin. I thought we were in love, I thought that it wouldn't change anything. Oh boy it did, though. I got pregnant and he was gone.

Tears were rapidly dripping down my cheeks and on my chin, and they rolled down my neck. Did I regret anything? No. Because if I did, I wouldn't have my sweet Delilah with me now. I chuckled while wiping my tears, just thinking about my daughter. I shut off the tv, and brought my knees to my chest. I thought about when I took Delilah to Disneyland last year, she had to take a picture with all the princesses. Then I remembered when she was hiding when I was potty training her when she was two, because she put on a diaper and didn't go to the potty. I remembered when we attempted to make a Olaf cake on her third birthday. It ended up looking like a morbid snowman, but she loved it. I remember when he two front teeth were coming out, and she used to gum my fingers. I remember when Delilah took her first steps, her baby legs were wobbly but she giggled like crazy. I was laughing quietly with dried tear stains on my cheeks, remembering all the wonderful memories we made.