Before I knew it, I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom, playing with my now six month old daughter. Alice was curling Bella’s hair for the benefit as I cared for Kyra. She was rolling all over the floor and smiling as she held my attention. “My little roly poly,” I snickered. She giggled and reached up for me. I scooped her up and blew a raspberry to her belly. “I love you, principessa.”
“You need to get ready, Edward Anthony,” Alice yelled from the bathroom.
“I just need to put on my tuxedo, Younger,” I crooned back. “Daddy has it so easy. Just put gel on my hair and a fancy suit and I’m done. Right?” She babbled incoherently and grabbed at my nose. “Smart girl. Please promise me that you’ll be more like me than Auntie Alice. Can you say shopaholic?”
“I heard that, Older!” she squeaked. “I may have been late coming into the game but my niece will be spoiled beyond all recognition. She will never wear the same clothes twice if Auntie Alice has anything to say about it. OW! Bella! That hurt!”
I scooped up Kyra and walked into the bathroom. Alice was nursing her arm and scowling at my wife. “Do I need to break it up?”
“Your wife pinched me,” Alice said, glowering at Bella.