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1. the promotion

saturday, august 10
los angeles, ca
9:03 am

aaliyah.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy! Wake up," I hear Amara yell as she jumps on the bed.

"Can I please have five more minutes?" I groan, rolling over on my stomach.

"Mari, wake her up with kisses!" James yells.

Amara starts to kiss me all over my face, trying to get me up. She quickly succeeds as I pick her up and start to attack her with my own kisses. I love this little girl. She's the sweetest, most beautiful person ever. I wouldn't trade the world for her.

"I'm up. I'm up, princess!"

"Yay! Dada, mommy up!" she says, jumping up and down on the bed.

"You're so silly."

"Granny's house!"

"Yes, we're going to granny's house," I say, slowly getting out from under the covers.

I pick Amara up and sit her on my hip. She doesn't like for me to do anything without her. Not even brush my teeth or wash my face. I walk to my bathroom and sit her down on the sink. After I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth, I pick Amara back up and walk out of my room. I don't have the energy to change my clothes right now.

"Mmm, is daddy cooking breakfast?" I ask her, taking in the incredible smell.

"Dada, make pancakes," she smiles, talking in her cute little voice.

"Yes, we love pancakes."

As we walk downstairs, I see James flipping pancakes and frying bacon. I instantly know that Amara is going to have a temper tantrum. This child is so in love with bacon it's unreal. She always wants to keep eating and eating until she gets sick, so, we have to stop her. She acts like she doesn't have the stomach of a two-year old.

"BACON!" she yells, jumping out of my arms and running to the table.

"Not yet, princess. You gotta wait a second," James says, causing her to whin. "It's too hot."

"Here, baby girl, come here. Let's wash your hands," I say, trying to keep her from freaking out.

I pick her up and she bends over the counter. James comes up behind me, pecking my lips and then Mari's cheek. After she gets done, we all sit down at the table. Amara sits right in my lap. She says grace, and then we all dig in. Of course, she wants me to cut up her pancakes into little squares, I also do it so she doesn't choke. So, I do that before I dig into my own food.

"Are you excited to go over granny's house, Mari?" James asks.

"Yes! Jazzy there," she says, stuffing food in her mouth.

"Slow down, Mari," I sigh, grabbing her baby fork before she chokes herself.

"I'm hungry," she whines.

"I know you are, but if you eat too fast, you'll get sick."

"Liyah, you excited about next week?" James asks me, referring to the big day next week.

"I've never been more excited about anything in my entire life. It's gonna be the second best day ever!" I exclaim. "The first is the day our little princess was born."

James and I get married next week. I can't believe that I get to marry the man of my dreams. The love of my life. I've been waiting to marry him for the past seven years, and it's finally happening. I can not wait to walk down the isle and dedicate my life to him and our family.