A/N - I was babysitting and I took the kids to the library, where they were surprisingly very well behaved. So, I did a bit of fic research by reading childrens books, and it got my mind going. So... this will now be a random collection of Leonard & Penny smart & beautiful baby stories. I'm adding it to the one I wrote ages ago, because that's where I created the Hofstadter kids and its my basis for the rest of the ones I write! Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think :)
"Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetness?" Leonard turned around to look at Isabel, hands still on the dress he was taking out from the little girls closet.
"How long now until we see Mommy?"
"Well," Leonard took the dress off the hanger, and added it to the pile of clothes on Isabel's bed, before coming to sit down on the floor in front of her. "Today, we are packing your clothes into your suitcase. After you wake up tomorrow, we will go to the airport, and then we will get on the plane. When we arrive, we will go to the hotel. Then you're going to put on a pretty dress and I will put on a suit, and we're going to surprise Mommy. You'll stay up past your bed time, but you will get to hug her later in the evening."
Isabel thought about this for a moment. "Is Mommy gonna sing me a song tomorrow for bed time?"
"Yes." Leonard nodded. "But you will be in a different bed, at a hotel in New York."
"You gonna sing it with Mommy?"
"Of course," Leonard smiled. Isabel was probably the only person on this planet who had no objection to his or Penny's singing.
"Good. I drew a picture of you and Mommy and me." Isabel messily turned the pages of her drawing pad, eventually stopping at a picture. "You think Mommy's gonna like it?"
Leonard grinned. Their daughter's drawings always put a smile on his face. She would draw very small heads, with stick necks, and then big round bodies, followed by stick arms and legs with large clown feet. She would draw a belly button on the bodies. She would give Penny long, yellow, very straight hair, and Leonard would always have a line of brown curls around the top half of his head. Isabel always drew herself with short, slightly curled blonde locks. In this drawing, Isabel was holding a picture in one hand, Leonard was holding what he guessed was flowers.
"That's very good, Is," Leonard nodded. "You're a little artist."
"I know." Isabel looked at her father as though he had stated a very obvious fact. "That's Mommy. That's me, holding a picture to give Mommy. That's you, holding flowers for Mommy. You gonna get Mommy flowers?"
"Yes, I'm going to get her flowers, sweetness, and you can give her your picture."
"Daddy, can you help me write 'To Mommy, From Isabel' on the picture?" Picking up a pink crayon, she frowned, turning over to the next page. "I tried to practice like what you showed me but I can't do all of the letters."
"That's okay, darling, I'll help you," Leonard shuffled so he was sitting behind his daughter, and sat her on his lap.
"You gonna hold my hand again so you help me write it?" Isabel turned her head to look at Leonard, grinning. "I love when we do it like that."
Leonard nodded, kissed her forehead, and turned back to the picture. He put his hand over hers, and together they slowly wrote out 'To Mommy' at the top of the picture, and then 'From Isabel' at the bottom.
"We done it!" Isabel squealed excitedly, clapping her hands.
"Talented little girl!" Leonard grinned.
"Oh, I forgot something!" Isabel gasped. She leant forward and stuck her tongue out in concentration, as she added 'xxx' beneath her name. She turned to look at Leonard again. "Kisses for Mommy."
"Good idea."
"But not kisses like you give Mommy. That's icky."
Leonard chuckled. "It's not icky for Daddy."
"Kissing boys is icky."
"Good, you keep thinking that for a long time, okay?"
"I will." Isabel nodded. "It's only not icky kissing you." She turned around in his lap so she was facing him and pouted her lips and stretched her head up. "Kiss, Daddy." Using his arms for leverage, she pulled herself up slightly to plant a little kiss on his lips. She sat back down, grinning. "Love you, Daddy."
"And I love you too, Isabel." Leonard smiled, kissing her forehead. "Shall we continue packing?"
"Yes!" Isabel jumped up, running to sit on her bed next to the pile of clothes. Leonard got up too, heading back to her closet. "I wanna wear a pink dress to surprise Mommy tomorrow! The princess one!"
"This one?" Leonard pulled the pink, frilly, sparkly dress out of the closet.
"Yes!" Isabel clapped, grinning excitedly. Leonard laid the dress on the bed, and she fiddled with the frills. "I gonna be Mommy and Daddy's little princess tomorrow. How we gonna surprise Mommy?"
"Mommy doesn't know we're coming to see her play in New York. I didn't tell her I took some time off work." Leonard ruffled Isabel's short curls, a perfect mixture of his and Penny's hair. "So we will see her play, and then we're going to wait outside the theatre for her with flowers and your picture. We'll give her a big hug, a kiss, and we'll take her out for a tasty meal. Then we're going to sleep in a hotel. Mommy has a different hotel but this one is nicer. We'll stay there for a few days so we can spend some time with Mommy."
Isabel nodded, her face serious. She looked at Leonard for a moment. "You still miss Mommy?"
"Yes."
"Like me?"
"Of course."
"You always hug me when I say I miss Mommy." Isabel stood up on the bed. "I give you a hug, because you miss Mommy." She stepped carefully around the clothes on her bed, and wrapped her arms around Leonard. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him, smiling, slightly teary. "It's okay, Daddy," Isabel whispered. "We gonna see Mommy tomorrow."
