after lisa finished washing the dishes, she made her way to the living room, where her one year old daughter Jazzy and her fiancé Levi were waiting. "Are you all done?" Levi asks looking up at Lisa. "Yeah, I'm done." lisa sits and leans back on the couch and rubbing her belly, she the says, "We ate a lot today." which made levi nod his head.
a smile spread across their faces after they both glanced at their daughter playing with her toys. "she looks exactly like me, and you can't deny it!" Lisa exclaimed as she pointed a finger at Levi. "Haha, you're kidding, right? Don't you see she's got my eyes? "I made a good job of making her!" he straightens up and stretches his chest out in pride. "Pff, you think you could have done all that without me?" Lisa raises an eyebrow and makes Levi nervous. "Eh, of course not. I can't get pregnant." Levi says.
Lisa shakes her head at the stupid thing Levi just said. At this point, it was a habit for her to shake her head every time Levi said a stupid thing.
While both argue about their daughter's looks, little Jazzy began to stand up. "Look at her nose, she got that from me!" Lisa exclaims, pointing at her own nose. "Look at her she's small like-" they both stopped and looked at their daughter taking her first steps.
Soon enough they both started to fight about who she liked more. "Come here jazzy, come to mommy. Walk to me, not to daddy. Listen to mommy's voice." She says as Levi also encourages her to walk towards him.
"Come here Jazzy, come to daddy, come on, come here." Lisa just side-eyes him as he smirks at seeing his daughter walk towards him. "You know, as much work as I put into making her, I find this offensive." she jokingly said as Levi lifted his daughter up. "You're acting like you did all the work while making her," Levi says teasingly while winking and kissing her dark brown cheek.
