Hazel POV:
It's been two days since West came over to help out with Mila. Those two couldn't be more different if they tried. I'm pretty sure that she was purposely irritating West just for the fun of it. My baby is a little instigator.
She's currently laying in bed with me and watching her cartoons. It's way too early in the morning to be listing to the PJ Masks theme song, but here we are. I needed another hour of sleep and this is the only way I can get some form of peace when she wakes up this early.
Today is also my parents last day here. They've been a massive help, but we need our personal space back.
"Mama?" Mila suddenly asks when a commercial turns on.
"Yes, pea?" I sigh, reaching up to rub my eyes. I'm just too tired today.
"Gib me chur bewbie." Little hands grab at my tank top and I lower one strap, pulling out my left breast.
Mila doesn't waste as second. She lays her body on top of mine and latches on. Her suckles are slow and unhurried as she nurses while watching her television show. I laugh and start rubbing my fingers through her hair.
She's going to need another haircut soon. The blonde strands have gotten really long. It's reaching the middle of her back and curling at the ends. I love it, don't get me wrong, but it's hard to manage.
I'm broken out of my thoughts by tiny, cold fingers reaching into my tank top. I jump and look down. Mila is currently trying to pull my other breast out of my shirt.
"Do you really need both of them, pea?" I ask with a laugh.
Her tiny head moves against my chest as she nods. She doesn't need both. My pea just wants to twiddle. With an eye roll, I pop my other breast out for her. It doesn't even take a second for her cold little fingers to grasp my nipple.
Like I suspected, all she's doing is playing with it. It doesn't even hurt anymore. I'm pretty sure my nipples have turned into diamonds with how strong they are.
"Ere is Dada?" Mila lisps around my nipple.
Milk rolls down the side of her mouth, soaking my skin as she speaks. "He should be home soon, baby. Daddy is going to work from home today."
Theo has been working from home for a while now. While he prefers to be in the office, he wants to stay home with me for a while.
"Dada pway wif me?"
"He has to work, pea. Daddy can't play and work at the same time. He can play with you when he's done."
Mila unlatches from my breast and pouts at me. She sits up on my stomach and rubs her eyes. I have a feeling we're going to have a rough day. She hardly got any sleep last night and was up early. It makes for a really cranky Mila. I'm probably going to have to put her down for an early nap.
"I know it's hard, baby. Daddy wants to play with you all day too. He has to be a grown up, though." I say, reaching up to stroke Mila's cheek.
All my baby does is whimper and lay her head in my hand. Downstairs, I can hear the front door open and close, signaling that Theo's returned home. His footsteps clomp up the stairs and come closer to our room.
"Do you hear that?" I ask Mila with wide eyes. My voice is enthusiastic, trying to hype her up.
Mila looks up at me with wide, hazel eyes and looks towards our bedroom door. It's opened and she squeals excitedly when Theo walks in.
"Dada!" Mila squeals, bouncing on my stomach. I wince since my ribs are still sore. The bruising is almost gone on my stomach, but that doesn't mean that I'm no longer sore.
Theo rushes towards our daughter and lifts her off my belly, giving her a big hug. Mila wraps her chunky legs around his stomach and proceeds to babble to him about her cartoons. She's not making any sense whatsoever, but Theo nods like he understands.
"Wow! That's so cool. What else?" He comments while bouncing her in his arms.
Mila continues to babble for another five minutes. I hear some words that make sense like Mama, Kai, Dada, guppies, masks, and milk. That's about it, though.
Eventually, Theo presses his hand to the back of Mila's head, leaning down to give me a kiss. I really want to make it deeper, but don't. We haven't been intimate in a while and I feel like I'm about to explode. He's been super careful with me since I've gotten out of the hospital.
We're going to need some private time soon. As much as I love Mila, she's going to have to sleep in her own bed tonight.
"Morning, love." Theo whispers against my lips.
"Morning, handsome." I wink at him as he pulls back, taking his hand off of Mila's head.
"What do you and Mila have planned today?" He inquires as he moves to the other side of the bed, sitting down on it with Mila in his lap.
He hands her his phone to keep her distracted. That should buy us about two minutes of peace. "I was thinking about bringing her outside to play with her car that we got her for Christmas. She's only used it a couple times. Plus, it's finally warming up. Some fresh air would be good for the both of us."
I sit up and tug my tank top back into place while I talk. "Sounds like a good idea. I'll get her car out of the garage and put the battery in it for you."
"Thanks, hun." I lean over and kiss his lips.
He chuckles once I pull back whispering, "Tonight."
My head nods right as Mila gets bored of Theo's phone. She tosses it to the side and stands up on her Daddy's thighs, leaning in his face and puckering her lips adorably. "Oh, do you want a kiss too?"
"Yesth!" Mila nods her head and Theo chuckles, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Tank chu, Dada."
"You're welcome, ladybug."
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Once I have Mila dressed in a pink summer dress, some white shoes, and a jean jacket, I head downstairs to get her something to eat. Personally, I'm not all that hungry, so I just make her a quick bowl of oatmeal.
I feed it to her so she doesn't make a mess, then carry her outside to her car. She loves this thing and I'm sad that she hasn't used it that much. That's my fault, though. Things have just been so busy and I haven't had the time to take her outside.
My baby squeals excitedly when she sees her car sitting in the driveway. Something I love about this house, the front yard is huge and has a gate so she can't run out into the road. There's plenty of room out here for her to drive her car without hitting anything.
"Alright, pea. Go ahead." I encourage as I set her down on the ground.
She toddlers off towards her fake BMW, climbing into the front seat. "Remember what Mama told you?" I ask.
"Put dat on!" Mila points to her buckle and I nod.
I watch as she struggles to buckle herself in, but don't offer to help. She can do it herself with a little bit more time. Mila will never learn to do stuff for herself if I do it for her all the time.
Eventually, Mila buckles herself in and I clap. "Good job, pea!"
Mila looks up at me with a toothy grin right as she presses her foot on the gas pedal. She zooms forward and shrieks with laughter. I sit down on the front step, content to watch my daughter zoom around.
She circles our driveway a couple times, then heads into the grass. Most parents would forbid their children from driving around in their yard, potentially damaging the grass, but I don't care. As long as my baby is having fun.
"There you go!" I cheer when she turns the wheel right before she runs into the flower beds.
That's one thing I do mind her damaging. I let Mila drive around for thirty more minutes. She eventually gets bored of her car asking, "Mama go get Miwa bwall?"
"Okay, I'll go get your ball."
She skips to our garage while I follow behind her. All Mila's outside toys are hanging in shelves in the garage. This includes her bubble machine, two tricycles, balls, chalk, and many more.
I grab her chalk and her favorite bouncy ball, handing the items to her. "What do you say?" I gently prod.
"Tank chu, Mama!" My pea skips off towards the driveway and squats down, opening the plastic box of chalk. She pulls out the pink one and proceeds to scribble on the concrete.
"Iss chu!" Mila points towards a pink scribble that doesn't even vaguely look human like.
"Wow! That looks just like me." I lie.
Mila turns her head to smile at me, then pulls out a blue piece of chalk. She proceeds to scribble every person in our family, including her grandparents. By the time she's finished, our driveway is covered in multicolored scribbles.
It's the perfect way to end our outdoor time.