I'm doing this story on an Ashley Tisdale fansite, as well. I think that this is by far my best story so far, because of how descriptive I'm being, but that could change, lol. Anyways, the story is in Ashley's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ashley, Chanel, Jared, Dylan, Brandy, or any of the other characters in this story, except Vivica, so far.
As I stared at the sleeping three-month-old little girl lying in her crib, I couldn't help but think that she's the most beautiful baby to have ever been born. Of course, all mothers think that of their children, don't they? Well, if they don't, they should. All I think about every day when I'm at work is how much I miss my daughter. Surely, you'd think I would have been used to it by now, after three months of giving birth to her. But, what parent wants to be away from their newborn?
Okay, so technically she's not a newborn anymore. But, she's still new. She's just a small, innocent, priceless gift that God blessed me with. I loved her before I even conceived her, simply because I knew she'd be mine someday. I've always loved kids. I've always thought they were special. But, the most special child, to me, is mine.
Born on my twenty-third birthday; July 2, 2008, at 3:45 am, she was the smallest infant I'd ever set my eyes on, at only four pounds and fifteen inches. She wasn't premature. Nothing was wrong with her. She was just tiny. But, that didn't make me love her any less.
As she stirred, I held my breath, thinking I'd done something to wake her up. Of course, I hadn't realized that I'd been staring at her the whole three hours she'd been napping. Time flies, when you're watching over those you love the most. Tonight was Halloween, and my boyfriend and I were going to take her over to my sister's house, but we decided to just stay home. The baby hadn't been feeling very well, and when I took her temperature earlier this morning, the thermometer showed 99.6. She'd been fussy a lot, too.
Catching her gaze as her eyes opened, I smiled, and just continued to stare at her. She's one of a kind, my Vivica Elaine. That's her name. Vivica Elaine Murillo. She's my pride and joy, and Jared's, too. We'd sacrifice our lives for her.
Her eyes suddenly looked more awake, as she finally realized who I was. Her small, pink lips transformed into an adorable grin, and he tiny legs kicked, in excitement of seeing me. It's moments like these that I'll treasure for the rest of my life. Leaning over the rail of the crib, I picked her up, and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. I felt the wetness of her diaper leaking through her onesie, so I acted on instinct and made my way to the changing table by the window of the Baby Looney Tunes themed nursery.
Just as I laid her down, she began whimpering, as a sign that she was going to start crying. I hate it when she cries. Not because it's an unpleasant sound, having a baby scream in my ear, but because it makes me feel like it's my fault. Which, it is, this time because I'm the one that laid her down. I picked up a rattle from a nearby toy bin, and I shook it a few times, calming her down before handing it to her to hold on to.
As she became interested in the rattle, I took her onesie off carefully, so I wouldn't hurt her. I took the wet diaper off of her, and was surprised at how heavy it was. But, then again, she'd been asleep for three hours, and she'd eaten and had a bottle of water before finally falling asleep. I rolled the used diaper up, and tossed it in the diaper bin, before pulling a wipe out of the wipes container to clean her off. I threw the wipe in the bin as well, and I leaned down, kissing her belly lightly, causing her to giggle and drop the rattle, as her hands tangled themselves into my hair.
I love making her happy. It makes me happy. I let out a small laugh, and easily took her hands from my hair, not wanting to risk getting my extensions pulled out. I kissed her mouth gently and she placed her hands on my cheeks, pulling my face to hers, giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek in return. These are the kind of moments that make me want to give birth all over again, no matter how painful it was.
Having her in my life is totally worth the pain, though. She's my Vivica. As I pulled away, deciding, she'd aired out long enough for now, I picked up the rattle from the floor and handed it back to her, so she'd be entertained as I put on a new diaper, after applying a few sprinkles of the Johnson's baby powder to her bottom. After fastening the tabs of her diaper, I picked her up and kissed her cheek again.
I made my way to the crib, and felt around for any wet spots, so I'd know to change the bedding or not. Surprisingly, as full as her diaper was, she hadn't leaked completely through. I walked out of the nursery with her in my arms, and I made my way downstairs, sending a small smile to Jared's sister, Brandy and her year-old daughter, Chanel. "Hi," I greeted, slightly quietly.
"Hey," Brandy responded. "Is Jared home?" she asked, adjusting Chanel on her hip.
I nodded, adjusting Vivica as well. "Yeah; I think he's in the family room. Need anything?"
"Yeah; a babysitter. I'm going downtown for a company meeting, and I can't bring the baby with me, so I thought I'd ask if you two were interested in babysitting?"
"Of course. It'll give Vivica someone to play with other than me and Jared."
"Alright. Thank you. Tell Jared thanks, too," Brandy said, standing Chanel up on the ground.
"I will. Have fun," I said, taking hold of Chanel's hand.
"I'll try," Brandy replied, making her way out of the house.
I looked at Chanel, who was looking at me, sucking on her bottom lip. I smiled, and bent down, carefully picking her up. Once I had both of the girls on my hips securely, I walked into the living room, only to find Jared and my friend Zac's younger brother, Dylan playing a game on the XBOX. "Uncle Jared, we have a visitor," I said, sitting in a chair, with the girls in my lap.
"Hey, Chan. Did your mommy desert you?" Jared asked, keeping his attention to the game.
"Mama," Chanel said.
"She'll be back. She had a meeting downtown," I said, kissing Chanel's head. "You wanna come with Aunt Ashley to her movie?"
"Auntie," she said.
"Yeah. Vivica's coming, too."
"I come, too."
"Alright. Daddy. I'm gonna get little one dressed and then we're gonna leave," I said, standing up from the chair.
"Okay," Jared said.
"Keep an eye on her while I get the baby dressed. I'll be a few minutes. I gotta get her prettied up," I said, sitting Chanel in the chair I'd been sitting in.
"Will do."
"That means get off the game and actually watch her, Jared; she'll disappear."
"Okay, okay."
I stood there for a few seconds, before rolling my eyes and turning the television off myself. "I meant now, Jared. You'd think you'd be happy to watch her; she's your niece after all."
"I'm happy to watch her, but you just ruined my high score."
"Sorry," I said, walking out of the room.
Okay. I know three stories is a little much to handle at once, but I'll do my best on them; I promise. What do you think so far?