❤ Not Cute Enough ❤

Day 7

My baby and I.

Me and my baby

Together at last.

And forevermore.

I wake up, feeling the warmth of her head resting on my chest.

The morning sun illuminates her beautiful features.

I brush the hair away and stare at her face.

So peaceful.

A sleeping baby.

Only the truly vile would want to disturb her.

She went to sleep without much of a problem last night.

I live with her now.

I am her guardian now, her guiding light.

Slowly her eyeslids raise.

The first thing her eyes move to us my face, directing a smile to her.

It's time to wake up and take care of ourselves.

I almost fall asleep, but the very awake girl jumps on me.

Trying to crush my stomach before I catch her in my arms.

She is the energy, she is the push to begin my day.

"My mouth is so dry" she softly speaks to me.

Baby really needs a drink.

She wants me to take care of her.

But she'll help me to satisfy her, because we're a team like that.

We step out of the room.

She sits and scoots down the steps, one at a time, she says she doesn't want another nasty fall.