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Chapter SEVEN - Daddy's GirlS

Chapter SEVEN

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Andre

I laid here on the pull-out sofa couch as I held my daughter in my arms tightly. She was sleeping peacfully just like her mother was doing over in the bed a few feet away. I hadn't slept all night because I was up watching two of the three girls that mean't the world to me sleep. Now that my baby girl is here, I have to stay alert at all times. If that mean't not sleeping while they did, so be it. It was the price I was willing to pay to ensure their safety.

I rubbed my hand over my face a couple of times and stared at the ceiling above. My life had changed drastically within the past 24 hours. My daughter was born yesterday, that alone was a big change for me. I was happy to finally have my child here, but I had to be extra careful now that I have more than myself and Aliyah to protect from harm.

Amani started to move around in her sleep, stretching her tiny arms and kicking her legs. Before I knew it her eyes were wide open and she was looking up at me with those hazel brown almonds. It was crazy how much she looked like the both of us. There was never a doubt in my mind that the baby wasn't mine, but the looks confirm everything if there was one. Amani wasn't small, but she wasn't big either thank God. She was a perfect size surprisingly, because I could have sworn she would have been obese by the way Aliyah threw down during those 9 months.

"Hey daddy's girl." I cooed softly down to her. I placed one of my fingers into her hand and she wrapped her tiny ones around mine. I was still amazed with babies because I never even really held one before this. I was more experienced than I thought I'd be. Amani was so light and small. She didn't feel like she even weighed 8 pounds.

"Just forget about me, huh?" I heard clearly in the room and turned to Aliyah to see her wide awake and staring at the both of us with a huge grin on her face. I smiled to myself as I looked at my beautiful ass girlfriend. The day she gave birth to my first born would be the day that I'd always remember, along with many other days we've spent together. I got up from the couch with my little one in arm, and made my way over to her.

She scooted farther to the other side of the bed making room for me to get in next to her. I placed Amani into her arms before sliding in under the covers, and getting comfortable in the bed. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to mine before kissing her forehead. Times like this I expected to be having at least at the age of 26 and up, but at almost 19 it felt good as hell.

"I could never forget about daddy's big girl, who gave him his little girl." I smirked with a wink and she smiled from ear to ear. She leaned up and kissed my lips softly, letting them linger for a second longer. I wanted to go for another, but then the slight whine brought us apart.

We both looked down at our beautiful creation, who was staring back up at the both of us with wide eyes. Those brown things went back and forth between the two of us until she got tired of moving them. She closed her eyes and grabbed a hold on Aliyah's pinky finger.

"She's so beautiful baby." Aliyah whispered as she ran her hand over her head full of hair. Amani started to squirm around a little and open her eyes at the touch on her. It didn't take long for them to shut right back.

"Well, what did you expect? The daddy is sexy as hell, and the mama, well like I said the daddy is just blessed in all areas. It was only right for me to be given a pretty baby." I said and laughed in her ear. I received an elbow to my ribs for that one, but I deserved it.

"You asshole, & don't be cursing around my baby either." she said with a slight frown.

"Why? You act like she understand English. She don't know shit we saying right now." I reasoned with her, but that only got me another elbow in the same spot. It was beginning to hurt too, so I decided to cool out and be quiet.