thirty one

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31 December 2020

"Gizzy! Stop lickin' me!" Capri's giggles fill the bedroom, I'm watching her through the mirror as she lays on the bed with her arms covering her face and the brightest, dimpled smile stuck there

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"Gizzy! Stop lickin' me!" Capri's giggles fill the bedroom, I'm watching her through the mirror as she lays on the bed with her arms covering her face and the brightest, dimpled smile stuck there.

"He's telling you he loves you, Little Sun." I'm laughing quietly because her giggles are so contagious, Gizmo led beside her and occasionally licking her bare arm.

She continues to giggle while I apply red lipstick, the finishing touch to my makeup before I'm running my fingers through my hair to shake the slight waves around and break them up.

I stand from the floor, opting to sit in front of the floor length mirrors on the wall at the end of mine and Harry's bed instead of sitting at the vanity. 

My hands run down the front of my dress, smiling at the way the silver sparkles hug my figure knowing this will drive Harry wild.

The long slits on either side of the dress make it so unique, something I'd never have worn a few years ago but my confidence has definitely changed as I've gotten older.

The long slits on either side of the dress make it so unique, something I'd never have worn a few years ago but my confidence has definitely changed as I've gotten older

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Capri turns to look at me, rolling off of the bed and skipping over to me and looking up at me with the same cheesy grin plastered on her little face.

Her fingers grab at the shiny material, rolling it between her fingers while concentrating on it before looking back up at me. "Pretty shimmers."

"You like the dress, Little Sun?" I'm watching her through the mirror as she continues to hold my dress between her tiny fingers so the artificial light reflects off of the sparkles.

"Mhm, so pretty Mumma!" She looks up at me, her grin melting my heart as I look back down at her. "And pretty red lippy!" She loves red lipstick, always picking it for me to wear.

"Thank you, baby." I crouch down in front of her, the slits of my dress exposing my hips on either side as I lean forward and leave a little kiss on her cheek, giving her a red lipstick mark.

She looks in the mirror at the mark, giggling, before she leans forward to kiss my cheek and wrap her tiny arms around my neck as a silent request to be picked up.

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