COMPLETED
Part 2 to the story BABY. Read that one first before you read this one.
Billie and Alissa are embarking on a new journey that proves to be harder than the first. Can they make it to their wedding day and be functional adults, or will it al...
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"Bye sweetheart. Grandma is going to miss you," Helen coos as she hugs Mila tightly.
She was supposed to bring her back last night, but decided they needed more time together. Now we're late for Mila's for day of preschool.
"Ok tell grandma bye bye," I say, trying to pry Mila from Helen's arms.
"Oh Alissa I don't think she's ready for preschool. She can just stay with me while you work and I'll bring her home in the afternoons," she suggests.
"Mom she needs to interact with kids her age. It will be good for her," Billie chuckles.
"Billie I know how to mother a child and I'm telling you she's not ready. She needs to be home," Helen protests.
"Helen I promise you can have her the two days she's not in school during the week. Every Tuesday and Thursday," I try to bargain.
"Fine, but don't call me when the school tells you she's been upset all day," she kisses Mila's forehead like it's the last time they'll see each other then walks out the front door.
Billie and I exchange glances before erupting in a fit of laughter.
"God your mom is so dramatic," I shake my head.
"True, but she's also just happy to have a grandchild," Billie smiles. "Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?"
"No it's fine. You go to the studio. I got this," I place Mila on the floor.
"Ok. Bye baby girl," she kneels down and kisses Mila on the head causing her to start whining.
"No," she yells, reaching for Billie.
"Great, now she's going to cry the whole ride there."
"Can you be a big girl for me today?" Billie asks her sweetly.
"Noooo," she stomps.
"You're going to like school. You'll get to play with a bunch of kids and learn."
Mila shakes her head, tears pouring from her eyes. Billie swoops her up and starts rocking her.
"Don't cry mama it's ok," she looks at me with sad eyes. "She can't go Lissa."
"You are so pathetic," I giggle and take the crying toddler from her. "She'll be fine. We'll see you later."
"I'm regretting what I said about you being a good mom," she jokes.
"Screw you," I laugh.
With Mila's backpack on my shoulder, I take her to the car and get her buckled in. The school is about fifteen minutes from our house which gives her enough time to calm down.
Inside the school I'm greeted by the secretary who I met during our first visit. She's an older woman who reminds me of a little old grandma. She takes her reading glasses off when she sees us and stands from her desk.
