"Again Momma again!" my daughter's little voice squealed from down the hall. I groaned as I stretched and glanced at the alarm clock next to my pillow. It was a reasonable time to get up, but my tired body protested.

I pulled on some sleep pants and a t-shirt before walking down the hall and the few steps into the family room. My gorgeous wife and our beautiful two-year-old daughter were sitting down on the comfortable carpeting. "And the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again!" Bella sang to Lizzie as both Lizzie and Bella's hands made the motions with the words of the nursery rhyme.

Lizzie was leaning back against Bella's large stomach, that carried our little boy and his sister comfortably, while she squealed, "Again Momma again."

The house smelled wonderful, like banana muffins. "But lovebug Momma has to go get breakfast ready for Daddy and you." Bella explained as she wrapped her arms around our little girl.

"One mo' time p'ease Momma." Lizzie begged.

Bella sighed and gave in as I knew she would. "Okay one more time then I have to go make eggs for breakfast."

Lizzie hoorayed for getting her way and started to sing the nursery rhyme again. I watched the mother-daughter bonding moment in awe of Bella's easy interaction with our child.

When they finished, I clapped and Lizzie jumped up and raced towards me. She jumped in my arms and peppered baby kisses all over my face. "Daddy" she squealed as she hugged my neck.

I could see Bella trying to push herself up, but failing as the weight proved to be too much. She glanced at me, "Edward can you help me up?" she asked, embarrassed.

I set Lizzie down on the love seat and helped my darling wife up off the floor. When Bella was safely standing up Lizzie jumped on me again. She stuck her bottom lip out and gave me the puppy dog eyes, I knew what was coming next, "Daddy will you sing wi'f me?" she asked.

I sighed and smoothed her bronze curls, "Of course I will cuddlebug."

"I'll go finish breakfast and then we can eat" Bella said before she kissed Lizzie's and my cheek and waddled to the kitchen.