Ow.
My neck hurts.
Why in the hell does my neck hurt?
What is pushing on my bladder?
I cracked open my eyes and looked around the room. It was
daylight. That I could tell, but not much else. My glasses were no longer on my
face. Whatever was pressing on my bladder shifted and I looked down. Curled on
my chest was Bella, her head right above my heart. Her arms were wrapped around
Emma who was nestled against Bella’s side. Tears sprang in my eyes at how she
was holding my little girl and how my Emma was holding Bella. I couldn’t tell
where one ended and the other one began.
This
should have been my family. This WILL be my family.
“Daddy?” Emma mumbled, her little voice rough from disuse. “Can
you make us pancakes?”
“Sure, angel,” I murmured.
“With strawberries,” Bella said against my belly. “Whipped cream
if you got it.”
I chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do, my two Sleeping Beauties.” I
slipped out from underneath Bella, placing a pillow under her gorgeous face.
She sleepily thanked me before tightening her hold on Emma, who nestled closer
to her. I put a blanket over both of them and padded to the kitchen. I saw that
it was after ten in the morning. I blew out a low whistle. I never sleep this
late. Flipping on the coffee maker, I gathered the ingredients for pancakes
with strawberries and whipped cream.
I made a large stack of pancakes and set up the kitchen table for
breakfast. I walked back to the living room to check on my girls. They had
shifted positions. Bella was pressed against the back of the couch with Emma in
her arms, resting her head on Bella’s chest. The love that I felt for my
daughter was amazing but what I felt for Bella was bigger than anything I had
ever experienced.
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